HAYLEY posts her short story.

HEY GUYS,

this is my first short story i have posted.

leave me a comment on what you think.

it's called: The Pain, The Chain and the Rain.

pretty groovy aye :)

bye for now.

Pain hit him like a silver blade between the shoulders. Every drop that fell from the sky pierced his skin, digging into him over and over. He did not know if it was because of the rain or the guilt raging through his veins. All he knew was that he had to get away; as far away as possible. He ran as fast as he could through the downpour.

It was getting harder to breathe. “One more step, one more step, one more step,” he repeated the mantra, forcing himself to move forwards; dragging his heavy body along with his will.

He had to stop, it was much too painful, and blood was dripping from his body. The same colour as Daniel’s blood. He had not meant to kill him, it was an accident. He had just wanted the chain. He never intended to use the knife, just to use it to scare Daniel into giving him the priceless gold necklace.

When it was all over he could not believe what had happened. He could hear his heart pumping in his brain. Then the rain began to fall, he snatched the necklace from Daniel’s neck and ran. It was all about the necklace; it was worth a large sum of money.

His stomach felt like it was going to explode. He hunched over in order to loosen his stitch in his side. He inhaled sharply. Bad move, his lungs suddenly caught on fire. At least that was what it felt like. He coughed. Twice, and spat out a mouthful of blood. He tried to draw in more oxygen, but the air was getting thicker, the downpour heavier. He fell to his knees and then onto his stomach, the rain repeatedly stabbing his body.

* * *

Daniel was missing, she was frantic.

“Where on earth could he be? It’s raining! What if he is outside?” she moaned to herself. Her son, her only child, had left school at 8am this morning; it was now 7pm and it was raining. The rain was toxic; it burnt anything and everything that it touched, and no one went out in the rain.

Daniel was her world. A straight-A-student, and captain of the football team, such a combination was a rarity. He worked two part-time jobs just to help her out at home. Her husband had passed away last year, leaving only his loving family and a priceless gold necklace.

The rain stopped two hours later. The air was thick and toxic. It was common sense to avoid the rain and for thirty minutes after the downpour. Luckily he seemed to be out of the wet. As soon as his eyes had adjusted to the bright fluorescent lights, pain hit him. It was like a wave of sensation, flooding his entire body in a matter of seconds. His body was suddenly sweaty and shaking. It hurt so much.

* * *

“AWWWWWWWW GAWD!” he screamed through his teeth. A monitor next to him started beeping faster and faster- increase in heart rate. People rushed to his side. The pain dulled slightly. His eyes were blurred by tears.

“He’s still in pain.”

”We can’t give him more morphine, we’ll kill him.”

“The pain is killing him!” Two nurses were bickering away.

“Shut up!” he groaned. “What’s happening?!”

“You are in hospital. You passed out in the acid rain and have suffered severe burns. Do you remember your name?” a commanding voice asked.

“It hurts!” Sean gasped.

“Do you remember your name?” the voice asked.

“Duh,” he spat rudely.

“What year is this?” the voice asked. “2147,” he answered grunting, writhing on the bed.

“Who is your emergency contact?” the voice asked, he had obviously determined that Sean was sane.

“My mum,” he cried out.

“You’ve reached a ten on the pain scale; we are going to put you in a chemically induced coma. Do you consent?” asked the voice. He nodded and the world seemed to fade away.

The hospital received a phone call from the police, there was a frantic mother, missing a dark haired teenage boy in a school uniform before the storm. The doctor called her in immediately.

“There’s a boy here, arrived just over half an hour ago, his clothes suggested that he went to the same school as your son and he fits the physical description,” the doctor told a nervous looking mother.

Mrs Harrison looked down at the burnt, blistered body, “Is that him?” she gasped in shock.

“We found this in his pocket, do you recognize it, Mrs Harrison?” the doctor held a glittering object in his palm. She immediately collapsed into tears, “Yes, that belongs to my boy, my beautiful Daniel.”