[i][b]Background[/b] We had to write a short horror story for English class [Edgar Allen Poe unit] this spring. I wrote mine about this dumb ass kid in our class, named Chris, I changed his name slightly to avoid getting in trouble. He stabbed himself in the ear with a q-tip at the beginning of the year and was in the hospital for 6 months. This is not nerd rage, this kid is hated by all. The teacher was turning red trying to hold back laughter when it was read aloud. Oh yeah, Trina is his mom, and Craig is his step dad he always complains about, in real life.[/i]
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It was a quiet night, I was standing in the mirror, cleaning my ear when I felt the warm sensation of blood. I saw Craig in the mirror. I turned around and there was no Craig. I only saw a Q-Tip. I walked into his room to find Trina.
I shouted, “Damnit Craig!
“Go to bed Kris!” he sneered.
Defeated, I made my way back to my room, I was painfully aware of what was in the neighboring quarters, the man I so hated had what I desired. Trina’s warmth. Through much determination, I managed to fall asleep. I was much aware of the evil perpetrated by Craig.
I awoke 3 hours later, the sensation of blood filled the room. I screamed in pain, I feel my ears. Craig appears.
“KRIS! Why are you screaming!?”
“I’m bleeding!”
“I’ll give you something to scream about.”
Craig promptly broke my armwrist. I could feel the bone ripping through my skin. Upon exiting, Craig retorted,
“Keep it down, Trina and I have important business to attend to.”
Trina’s claims of breakfast summoned me from my slumber. I was handed a glass of orange juice. Upon drinking it, the glass filled with a red fluid. Blood. I spat it out, spraying Craig.
“Damnit Kris!”
There was no blood. An orange juice soaked Craig became violent. He struck me. Trina looked on with no emotion.
“Mom!” I shouted, in desperation
“Silence!” said Craig, “You will speak when spoken to.”
After an awkward car ride to my first employment at Dewey’s pizza, I was relieved to be out of Craig's presence. To my disdain, my first customer, was none other than… Craig. Craig punched out the display case, and used a shard of glass as a weapon.
“Where is it?”, mumbled Craig.
“In the oven.” I replied, confused.
“Not good enough.” Stated Craig.
Craig proceed to thrust my arm into the oven. I felt around, searing my flesh. Craig was a tyrant. He demanded only the best, I could not deliver. Craig smashed my face into the oven.
I awoke a few hours later, my room reeked of searing flesh, Craig entered eating pizza
“How was your first day of work?”
I stared angrily, “you would know, Craig.”
I began to grin.
Craig asked my playfully, “What did you do to your arm?”
I shed a small tear. He licked it off my face,.
“I love the taste of your tears.”
I stared at him, my lip quivering. I wished for Trina's comforting grasp. Craig walked to the doorway, paused, and turned around.
“We are having dinner, Dewey's, at 7.”
I saw two pieces of pizza placed in the dog bowl.
“Get to it, boy.”
“You jokester Craig.”
Trina excused herself from the table. Craig and I were alone.
“Listen you little brat.” Craig grabbed me by the wrist, in his hand he held a pizza cutter.
“I’ve had just about enough of you.”
He slammed my charred arm on the table. I felt the pain as he sawed off my arm with the pizza cutter. I felt a painful slap to my face. I realized he was beating me with my own limb. Craig demanded I go to my room. I was still hungry, so I took the severed body part with me. I was alone. I was hungry, I took a bite. It wasn’t half bad. I giggled. I heard a pounding on the wall
“Keep it down.”
I just lay there in silent rage in a pool of my own blood. I was thirsty, I gave it a try. Who knew one could sustain themselves with their own body.
After many lonely hours, I felt something. It was in my ear. I gave it a tug, and out popped a Q-Tip.
I woke on the bathroom floor, free of the physical injuries I had sustained from Craig. Although I was bleeding heavily from my auditory organ, I was relatively fine. I went downstairs and found Trina making pancakes. I asked her where Craig was.
"Who is Craig?" she inquired.
[IMG]http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/2106/qtip.jpg[/IMG]
The image at the bottom is broken, other than that, cool story bro.
Think of the damage you could do with a pizza cutter.
So.
Uh.
let's see.
Fuck, let me read it again, what the hell.
BRB
So he stabbed through his eardrum with the Qtip...
And that caused him to...
Wait no, I still don't get it.
Oh wait, I see.
he passed out from the pain of his eardrum being ruptured.
While he was unconcious he saw a dream where Craig did all kinds of nasty shit to him.
Then he woke up, and found out Craig didn't exist.
WHY DID IT TAKE SO LONG OH MY GOD.
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