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Saturday, October 26, 2013

Sewed to him

"Lily"

It was barely a whisper, but it was enough to jolt me awake. I pried my eyes open, glancing at my digital clock. 12:01 AM, October 31. I looked around my apartment, noticing the absence of my best friend on her bed. I concluded that it was only my imagination. I then decide to lie down again, knowing that I still had six more hours of sleep to go.

"Lily."

This time a cold chill travelled up my spine, making me shiver. I glanced at the AC to shut it off with the remote, but it wasn't even on. Odd. I shook off the feeling, and tried to resume sleeping. My hand hung on the side of the bed, as I slowly drifted into sleep. 

"Lily. Wake up."

This time I crumpled myself into a small ball on the side of my bed, eyes completely shut. I felt the cold feeling of the wall on my back, as I made myself as small as I possibly could. I clutched my phone tightly in my hand, frantically looking for my best friend's number. This is not real. This is not real. My brain overloaded with thoughts of a murderer or a burglar in my apartment as I tried to call Stacy. But like a complete thriller movie, I didn't have cell service. Crap.

"Lily"

The voice was becoming louder now, making my heart beat louder. I was sweating so much like I ran a marathon, when I've only been hiding myself under my comforter. Stop being a baby Lily. Take a look. At least you'd know who to haunt if you die.  I slowly lowered my comforter, but what I saw made me wish a murderer got inside my room. Because right in front of me, or better yet above me, was my ex-boyfriend. My dead ex-boyfriend. 

He was literally floating in front of me, looking so real. He looked the same as he did two years ago, right down to his little mole on his cheek. The last time I saw him was when the coffin was closed on his face. I remember how my heart broke when the doctor announced he died of heart attack. I was gaping at him like a mad man, he only smiled at me like this was the most normal thing in the world. 

"Hey Lily"

My heart accelerated out of my chest, as I hid under my comforter again. I only heard a ghostly laughter, and I was literally shaking. 

"Wh-why are you here?" I asked, saying the million dollar question. When he didn't answer, I looked around my apartment. It was empty. Was it really just a dream? The room suddenly felt colder for some reason, and I knew in that moment that this wasn't over.

"Hello Lily."

His words seemed to roll of his tongue, like a viper calling out to its prey. He was walking towards me, his all black eyes weirdly making it hard for me to look away. He sat on the edge of my bed, a huge smile on his face.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this."

I quivered from the coldness of his voice, my body somehow detecting him as an enemy. I backed myself up further into the wall, as if that was physically possible. Think Lily. Think! Or at least say something!

"Ple-please don't hurt me."

My nervousness was so obvious that he smiled once again, creepily I might add. This whole situation was creepy, and he was just making it worse.

"Lily, Lily, Lily. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it the day I died. The very day I sacrificed my life to save yours."

My eyes widened as he said this, but I didn't say a word.

"Aren't you curious Lily? That I died the day you got into that car crash?"

His words pierced into me like a cold knife, making me involuntarily shiver. Where is this going?

"I took my life Lily," He said, crawling towards me, "To save yours."

He suddenly opened his polo, revealing a stitch on his chest that was eerily a match with my own scar. I reached out to touch it, but when I did I only went through his chest. I immediately grabbed my hand back, almost peeing myself when he chuckled softly.

"Yo-you gave me your heart?" I stuttered, needing to say something.

"This isn't a cliche story Lily. I died of 'heart attack'" He said with his fingers up to quote the doctor. "I tied my lifeline onto yours to make you live.You've been using my life years."

I suddenly felt dizzy, subconsciously feeling the scar on my chest. The doctor said it was from a shard of glass that pierced my heart, barely missing it. That's when I noticed a red string that connected my scar to his, and I tried my best to pull it out. But the more I pulled, more came out. I looked up towards him, confused.

"Bu-but..I-I.." My brain stopped functioning when he came forward, his cold lips on mine. I didn't feel anything, except a cold, unnatural feeling. He then pulled back, scratching his head, looking disappointed.

"The string won't come off. It was there when we were born, and only strengthened when I sacrificed myself. At least, that's what I've been told." He smiled before he continued, "I'm literally stuck to you Lily."

He suddenly disappeared from my sight, and that's when I blacked out.

When I woke up the next day, I breathed a sigh of relief. A jingle of keys came from the other side of the door, and Stacy came in with a smile on her face.

"I'm sorry I didn't come home last night." She said sheepishly. "I got preoccupied."

I only nodded at her, still hung over the dream. I then noticed something hanging from the inside my shirt. When I looked at it, I froze. 

It was a red string.

And it came from the scar above my chest.

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Fiction. I'm getting into the Halloween vibe, so I wrote this. My second horror story. I do hope I spooked everyone :D

18 comments:

  1. Wow again i enjoyed reading this and i must admit i did giggle at the part with no cell reception :-)

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  2. Wow. Again, I absolutely LOVED your story and again I felt like I was part of it.

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  3. Nice story. Your style is really nice. I will have to look back through your stuff and see more.

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  4. I am always looking forward to reading your stories! You are such a talented writer!

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  5. I love this new Halloween-esque, spooky vibe your stories have. Have you submitted your work to any publications? You totally should. :)

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  6. You're a very talented writer. I always enjoy your work.

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  7. Goosebumps here... I immediately check my chest if I had a red string too... lol Nice story!

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  8. Fabulous as always. When you write your first novel I will be in line to buy it!!

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  9. You did a great job with this, I was surprised at who the ghost was ... it was very well written.

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  10. LOVED it once again. When are you going to come out with a full novel? It would be really nice reading how it all started and ended. I'm always left wanting to read more.

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  11. That would be my luck when I was dating to have a boyfriend like this!

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  12. i love how you "tied" this all together. A love story and still spooky

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  13. Lovely story and not a horror story at all. Looking to reading more of your stories..

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  14. Wow, what a great story! Very suspenseful! You are such a great writer!

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  15. You are absolutely right. I remember when I was growing up, my mother used to tell me that when the love of my life came along, I would know because it would be unlike any other experience that I ever had. She was right...

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  16. Okay, that was freaky and spooky. Perfect for October and riveting as always.

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  17. You are soo talented and that has me coming back again and again..just love your stories and the no cell phone connection.. Well that made me giggle..just a bit :-)...thanks for the post..can't wait to read more

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  18. Wow you are talented. That sucked me right and.

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