TONY at Waterfront Park, Vancouver, WA, March 2012
Flash Fiction Emotion
This is a story nothing more I chose a picture (see below) and this is what I saw happening. I was told I took it from the movie Carrie but I have never seen it. So PLEASE don’t take this story serious it is fiction and did not really happen.
Story based off this picture by Leeanne Klagge
Prom Night
By: Bethorn Wendorf
I should have expected to wake up from a black out in the school gym. The memories that were being prevented by the consistent pain behind my eyes, I wish I could remember how I got here. The thoughts that something happened running through my mind, the persistence to move and get out, and the thought I should be dead. I should be dead. Why would I think that?
The darkness turns to light while the veils lift over my eyes. The ceiling slowly coming into focus, watching the lights swinging back and forth, and wondering if people will find me or if they will even look. Look for the outcast that has nothing to do with their religion or school academics because no one would care if I disappeared or just did not show up to school. I’m invisible and the outcast that no one see’s or cares about.
Looking over to my hand I find a corsage that my date gave me. The kind of guy who is the most popular, best looking, the type that will be prom king no matter who runs against him, and gets along with everyone. Well everyone but me. He took me to prom as a joke so he could sell me to his friends for money. Wet lines run down my cheeks but I cannot remember when I started to cry. Memories of what they did run through my head, but my voice is so hoarse that I cannot yell for help. My hands on my sides pushing me up to look around, my dress torn and bloody, and my legs cut up and bloody. Now I know why my mind kept repeating I should be dead. No person should be able to survive bleeding out of both legs and between them.
My hands start pulling my body on towards the door where shadows dance in multi color lights. One shadow stops in the door window, I inhale as much air as I can and let one ear bursting scream escape my dry, sore throat. The shadow bursts through the door looking around frantically than her wide eyes land on me. Running up to me the lady who I think is a teacher runs her fingers over the air around me afraid to touch me. More tears run down my face like waterfalls and I collapse glad someone found me.
