Young Writers Society

I wrote this story last summer. Enjoy!

“Are you done yet?” she said knocking on the stall door.

“Almost,” I chuckled back.

“Hurry up! The movie is going to start in,” I could fell her looking at her watch. “Five, no four minutes! What are you doing in there?”

Finally I swung the door open and stepped out of the dressing room stall, my mom. “Sorry, I just wanted to put my new clothes on.” I take a final look back in the stall at the mirror, checking myself out. And who said I4 shouldn’t be sexy. Gosh, and you tell me to be patient”

“C’mon! Three minutes!” my mother said quickly. She grabbed my hand and ran for the movie theater. On the way out of the store my mom tripped over her feet, catching herself quickly. Making us both laugh, but we just keep running.

Still laughing, we could see the movie theater now. Suddenly, my mom stopped. The momentum keeps me moving until I’m about five feet away from her. The smile that was just glazed over her face had melted away.

Mom, what are you doing? There’s a minute left!” I yell at her, but she isn’t paying attention. She just stares ahead. “Mom, C’mon!”

I turn to see what has stolen her gaze. It was a girl, a few years older than me. She had brown hair to about her shoulders.

She wore a long leather coat, worn by age. The bottom of the coat reached above her ankles. Underneath, she had a white spaghetti strap. Her pants were baggy and dark, and holes worn in the knees. Her feet were covered by black, heavy, marine boots. As I looked upon her, it was as though I had known her since forever.

“Some mother you were,” she had said faintly.

I saw that my mom was somewhat paralyzed, but I do not know why. It seemed like forever, just a stare down between the strange girl, and my mom. She reached into her right pocket, and pulled out a small pistol. The barrel of the gun was aimed at my mother. I was too stunned to do anything. The bullet shot out of the chamber, leaving small sparks. So many things have raced through my mind at that time. I tried to make it to my mother, and push her out of the way, but my life seemed to go slow motion. The shrieks from the people around me did nothing but phase right though me. The bullet passed through her corps, and she fell to the ground.

I ran to my mother, whose body is now lying on the ground. The blood had poured from her soulless body, staining the tiles of the floor. The river of tears has started to flow down my face. I get down on the ground, pick my mothers head up and ask her why this has happened? She’s bleeding badly from the left side of her chest. My emotions tangled in knots.

I turn around, the girl is gone. I see people pointing all in one direction and then I hear more gunshots, at least five. More screaming, chaos, and fear reeked among this place. It wreaked my mind, tormenting me.

I try to stand. But I stagger and fall to the ground. People a starting to crowd and things are getting fuzzy. I hear the voices that sound like whispers. I can barely see now and I can’t move. I finally give in to the torture and tumble from consciousness.

Hours later, I awake in a hospital room, lying in a cot. My right arm had been covered in tape, under it was an ivy to help me from dehydrating. I look upwards, and I see a light. A shadowy figure comes above me, and I start to come back to reality.

“Wh….. where am I?” I whispered under my breath.