✨Short Stories✨

Oh, how I waited for this, my thirst of revenge has never subsided, I will do everything for it, even if its dangerous he should experience what I did! I am crazy, stuck in this thirst of revenge even after my death. Oh, come to me, slowly and slowly I’ll torture you, heavily, make you wish for the gruesome reality of death but can’t reach that heavenly desire of peace, so wait for me. I’ll let you slowly give me your everything and know that the reason for your insanity is your idiotic mistake of this forbidden trust, make you fall from the high gorgeous sky to the hellish, cruel, and cold hell that you gifted me with.

I saw a younger version of my maniac, my desire of revenge seethed I wanted to torture him, but I calmed myself ready to use the same old tricks on him, everyday I wanted to rip him apart, and make his body turn bloody and skin it myself, hear his ghastly screams, but I held myself. How impressive is my self-control! Slowly and slowly, from a polite and friendly attitude to one where he complains and is comfortable with me, he smiles in a real smile not his fake and deceiving one, he started slowly telling me his deepest desires, his secrets, his enemies, his allies, his business, his everything! I am in control now! The time is soon, it is coming soon. Finally, he rushed to me in excitement and an idiotically happy expression because of how he finally found the treasure he has been looking for! I was extremely happy while smiling at him in an excited and happy smile, yes this is the beginning of my long-awaited desire and my dream of peacefulness, it is finally becoming real! I saw him preparing for the excavation, I went with them, to not miss on this exciting trip of heavenliness, he found the treasure after weeks of digging, I saw him once again happy and excited showing real emotions, which made me crack a happy and comforting smile, he is finally walking to me.

He cheered ready to return home with good news forgetting to check the treasure, which I planned for, as he returned home to finally show it to the upper levels of the research team and the company, to finally prove his father he is better, more advanced, is deserved to have the position and not his obnoxious, cold-hearted older brother. Only to receive mocking looks, ridicule from his father and the others, and an indifferent look from his older brother as if he already knew he was already a big fat failure, which I loved, for bringing a fake object back to them and to proudly announce it. He had a confused expression to a furious one then resentment to his brother and the one who had told him this information. I gloatingly smiled inside while looking shocked and furiously at the people mocking him, I made eye contact with his older brother, Eric Mandel, a genius of this century something no one can kill or attack, he is an expert at everything, a god in this generation, the old fear him, the young fear him, those in the same age fear him, even his father. The perfect ally for me, make the enemy of your enemy your friend, a lovely idiom that I love to think of. For days, he trapped himself, until news spread of this shameful incident, people mocked and ridiculed him over and over, I pretended and pretended, I wore the loveliest and most real mask, so I could deceive him, all for him. Slowly he became isolated, anxious, depressed, his reputation fell and became dirty, he lost his job, he discarded the relationships of the others, only reliant on me. How I love this feeling of power, I am his last straw before insanity, which I will gladly hammer till it breaks like his existence. I have become his anchor in this dark, cruel, and cold world, his savior from the hellhole he is living in. Everyday I inserted drugs to his food and drinks, he became addicted, then I finally acted out my climax of this long, beautiful story of ours.

I knocked him unconscious and took him to the same dark room I was tortured in by him before, he woke up in confusion and alertness, he stared at me in happiness then shock then confusion then a pained one, as I saw his change of expressions, I smiled and whipped him with a long, white, sharp spiked whip, I grinned and spoke in a calm way, “It’s time for the climax, this is your life now, you may hate me, I want you to hate me, and I clearly want you to think of how you reached this place, on how you fell.”. He looked up at me with a pained expression while trying to speak in between his messy tears that were trickling down his face, with a ting of a pained tone and was panting from the pain I gave him “Why…why…I thought…we were…friends…I never…did anything to…deserve this…so why?.” I looked at him, smiled and raised my hand to whip him, he grunted and looked at me with tears trickling down his face, so I slapped him with my other hand, every time he looked up at me or tried to talk, I slapped him, his face became bright red like fresh blood which I enjoyed. Every day, I experimented on him multiple torture tools, I skinned him slowly started by the hands then the feet then so on, I whipped him 20 times a day, I threw knives at him like darts, I starved him, and will only give him drugged food. He held on, I am amazed at his endurance, but I can see the hysterical look in his eyes. Everyday when I skin him, I hear his ghastly screams resounding all over the room, when I whip him, he will try to dodge it, but I’ll then use two. The dark black room started being decorated beautifully with large puddles and specks of dried and fresh blood, every day it become more beautiful. But these days after the third week, he started being too obedient which I disliked so I left to meet my helper, Eric Mandel, he is the one who brought me back to the past, he looked at me in a concerned way, “Luke, I know this is what you want but think about the consequence of this desire of yours. I can take a million skills from the dead only yours I would never. Remember we are in this together.” I smiled warmly at this kind person, my only friend who chose to help me even after hearing the consequences, “Thanks Eric! But I chose this, so I’ll do it, and I love it, it’s just he has been too obedient these days, the others I already killed, and some are already in the brinks of insanity. But for him he is the special one, the one who I have the strongest desire for, it’s a unique one. And it’s better for you to take my planning skills and business skills even though you don’t need them but that’s my last favor for you, since it may help you in the future. WAIT?! I thought of an idea, you are a genius, no wait I am the genius. See you later!” I left, leaving Eric frozen, while laughing hysterically.

When I came back, I slowly started being lenient in security and leaving holes where he could use to escape, I saw that his insanity slowly disappeared, and hope came instead. I waited for his escape, I chained him up loosely this time, and like I predicted already, he tried to escape after weeks of planning, I watched him run and run with hope glistening in his eyes, his eyes bright like he found the light in this cold and dark reality I made for him. At the entrance, I met him, he looked terrified, wanting to run, but also wanted to say something to me, looking at me in a fearful way and a furious one. I coldly smiled, asking him in a mocking way, “How is the feeling of being free of finding hope after weeks of desperateness. Hm, so how is it?” He looked at me in shock while stuttering words with in an uncomfortable and stiff way like he hasn’t spoken for so long, which sounded hoarse, “WHY…WHY…I…NEVER…DID…ANYTHING…FOR YOU!” he screamed furiously. I glanced at him and walked up at him, and attacked him, and trapped him to the ground with his hands tied up in cuffs, yes this is what I wanted. After a few days of him being frozen from the last incident, he woke up only to become mentally crazy, he couldn’t think right, he would laugh hysterically every time they hit him, and will scream and try to hide and dodge from as if I was the devil, as if I was his grim reaper, I loved his look now. His eyes were dead-looking and his lips an unusual shade of purple and blue mixed in it, with his hair having specks of dried blood and some fresh blood, it mixed in, his body bloody with parts of his arms, legs, torso, and thighs skinned multiple times, his fingernails and toenails were torn off, he looked skinny and pale with blood decorating his body. This is a masterpiece I made with my own hands, I destroyed it and rebuilt it to become a broken one. How lovely! I finally ended our long, beautiful story, it is now a complete one. My dream became real, and I loved every moment of it.

Oh, goodbye to this world, finally my long-awaited desire of revenge is finally relived, and my peaceful ending is here, I will leave. Goodbye Eric, to never see you again. To never experience these cruel and cold incidents, never to wear a mask, never to fake anything, and to be me! I felt the lightness of my body different from before when I died, this one is like I was encircled by a warm and peaceful feeling, and then my senses became numb, and I disappeared from this wretched world. Goodbye.

I had to read this in class because it was like a fun event, I liked it so I posted it. But in my class everyone was looking weirdly at me and even the teacher asked if I was ok when I read it and after I finished😭😭