For expressive writing, we were supposed to write a horror story, a kids story, and a inspirational story, but with the same exact story line. I have put up the horror and children's poem, but not the inspirational story.
Until now.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my inspirational story which is based on my Zombie nightmare from before.
Enjoy.
I find little joy in my days. I’ve always been a girl who needs someone there for me to point out the happiness in my life because of my past. I’d die without my boyfriend, Jake. He is the most gorgeous kid I know and the happiest. He always knows exactly what to say to put a smile on my face & I love him for that. I’d never tell him this, but he’s my everything.
We haven’t seen each other in weeks because of our busy work schedule, but we finally are meeting after work to go to our favorite coffee shop on Broadway to discuss plans we have been making about moving to California. We both have a very different style than people here in Minnesota, so we’ve been talking about just getting out of this place. But, finally tonight, we’re going to discuss our lovely plans to leave.
We meet and I’m in love all over again. He smiles at me and gives me a sweet kiss on the cheek and holds my hand, but he never goes over the top with PDA because we both think it’s annoying. We order and sit in our usual spot. We hold hands across the table and listen to each other about our days, laugh at our jokes, and bitch about our stupid jobs and people that just do not understand us. We are together, and it’s a glorious feeling to catch the rays of sunshine that beam off of his amazing personality.
Then the nightmare begins.
It all happened so fast. A woman collapsed at the counter and then in seconds, she was leaping around like a frog out of water, ripping people apart like rag dolls. I remember not being able to move, but then being dragged out by Jake and thrown into our car. I locked my door right before a man eater decided that I looked tasty. I was crying so much that I was shaking from the commotion. Coincidently, Jake’s door would not open, and the zombie started tearing into his neck. He finally threw the beast off of him and jumped into the car. I couldn’t believe what I had seen, and before I knew it, I was out cold.
Waking up in his arms was the greatest feeling. I felt secure and loved like I had before the breakout. I began to sob into him and he held me close. He then pulled me away from him and lifted my chin to look him in the eyes. His eyes had changed so much, from a light brown to a dark red and greenish color. I began to sob, knowing that the words falling out of his mouth about a cure was nonsense. He said they injected a fluid into is veins to try and stop it, but clearly they were not showing any results.
Time is a funny thing. It comes and goes, and you can never get it back. I’d do anything to be with jake just a few more hours, or even minutes, but the doctors returned with their very own exterminator and they decided that it was time for me to go, but not where Jake was about to.
I screamed and cried as the doctors began to pull me away from him. He held on to me with all his strength and he was able to give me one last kiss, & then he was gone.
Being dragged down that long hallway was more than miserable. I watched through swinging doors as they blew a giant hole into my boyfriend’s head. I watched him fall lifelessly to the floor, wishing I had been there to catch him.
I was suddenly in another room. The doctors threw me upon a long white and cold table and strapped me to its unwelcome body. I began to scream, but it’s like no one could hear me. They began to touch me in places that I didn’t know were supposed to be touched. They told me that they were doing a final examination to make sure I was clean of the virus, but I knew that they were doing a lot more than that. I began to cry. I had never felt more violated and hopeless in my life.
I cried for Jake.
I cried for upcoming loneliness.
I cried for myself.
I tried breaking free, but I was so weak from the previous happenings that moving was useless. As I was about to wish I were dead, I heard a massive scream through my tears. It was a bone-chilling scream, one that I had never heard anything like before in my life. Everyone stopped touching and poking me and angled themselves toward the door. Whatever was out there, was coming this way.
I began to panic, I could not move and all of them were the type to bail and leave me stranded. But maybe this was needed. I had no desire to go on. My only reason to live was now taken from me and I wanted to join him. So, I tried to settle into my cold tight coffin and waited for whatever was on it’s way.
It got so quiet I could hear blood oozing out of the cut by my eye that some asshole made while doing his tests. Then, a creature bursts through the door and begins tearing everyone apart. He ripped one of the mans arms off that had given my this lovely cut and tore into another mans neck, removing his throat and major veins from his body.
I closed my eyes and listened to their screams. I decided that this would be my fate, so I tried accepting that as much as possible and enjoy listening to the doctors screams before mine, which would come next. It seemed like the creature was getting revenge on what they had done to me.
I happened to be right.
I opened my eyes to him going after his last guy, the one who was clearly the leader of this operation. He ran out the door and the monster followed. All I could hear were the mans screams, and suddenly, I was afraid. I did not want to suffer as much as these people did.
When the zombie returned to me, I cried out to him. I told him to make whatever he was going to do to me as painless as possible and that I just wanted to die so I could join my other half somewhere in the heavens. He then placed his hand on mine and with the other, started loosening the belt that held me close. I didn’t understand, I couldn’t understand. I then looked up into familiar eyes, ones that used to smile and glow for me.
The monster was Jake.
“I’m not going to hurt you. It's all over, we're going home.” His voice echoed through my head and once the belts were loose, I took all the strength left inside my soul and threw myself into his arms. He was so much more dense than what he was before and he lifted me off the table and carried me like a child out of the hospital.
We were finally through with this place and it's sorrow.
I still like the horror story better(:
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