Smile at me again

Avatar Author: Je suis Hi I'm a 15 year old writer trying to get out of writers block :) Read Bio

I walked past a church as I made my way to my destination. It was modern, and from the outside you wouldn’t believe it was a church. But I knew it was, because it had replaced the one I had gone to when I was a little girl.

For a moment or two I debated whether or not I should enter through the large doors and find the confession box I knew was in there somewhere. But the small voice in the back of my mind laughed cruelly. ‘Why bother? God abandoned you a long time ago. You have a black soul’

But that was why I was doing what I was, why I was taking the familiar walk to the house I grew up in. It was why my hands were washed raw, but I still saw red stains. All I saw was red.

God was mocking me as I knocked on the bright red door, she had always liked red. And she always had a smile on her face, so it was no surprise when she answered the door smiling.

But it was a surprise when the words came stumbling out of my mouth.

“I killed Toby”

My mother never smiled at me the same way again.

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  1. Avatar Jim Stitzel

    Whoo, that’s dark. I like it! :)

  2. Avatar LaraLustre

    I am hoping that Toby was the pet cat .. sad one, this. Thanks for entering.

  3. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    passed should be past, I walked past in the first line.
    so many cliche’s..
    i knew it was going to be her mother, so many clues. The only question here is, who is toby? I guess there is another, why can she confess it now?

  4. Avatar Je suis

    Hey ElshaHawk, thanks for the correction. Sorry you felt it was cliché. I never intended it to be a secret that it was her mother she was visiting. I thought it was pretty obvious as I was writing anyway. I don’t really understand your last comment though I imagined as I was writing this that she went straight to her mother after committing the deed. Toby is Toby. Could be human could be an animal. I doesn’t really matter. He was just something important to the mother.

    Anyway thank you for the comment. I’ll keep it in mind for future stories.

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