Can I change your mind?
Geplaatst: 24 mar 2014 23:49
Eerste gedeelte van mijn verhaal Can I change your mind?
Als jullie het leuk vinden en door willen lezen, plaats ik nog een stukje (:
Tips zijn welkom!
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‘Sam stop!’
‘Dude, what are you doing!’
‘Leave her the fuck alone!’
They were all screaming at him from outside the door, but no one actually came closer. None of his three best friends dared to come any closer to stop him from what he was doing. They were afraid for him. Afraid of what happened to that poor girl would eventually happen to them.
Brian tried to look away, but his eyes were fixed on Sam’s knuckle that was covered in dark red blood, dripping along his wrist all the way down to his elbow. It was horrible to see, but Brian couldn’t look away as Sam punched the girl again and again and again, leaving blood spatters all over the kitchen cabinet behind her. In someway it fascinated him. It was the kind of red he craved to use in one of his paintings. The kind of red that any artist dreams about. Oh how beautiful it would look on his new canvas, he thought. How he wanted to dip his finger in the thick substance and see it dripping on the white surface. Preferably in slow-motion. He quickly shook his head in disgust of his own fantasies and forced himself to look away.
Andrew held his thumb right above the calling button on his cellphone. He was planning to call 911 at least 3 minutes ago, but he couldn’t make himself press the button. Sam was his friend, how could he betray him like that? He was sure the girl wasn’t conscious anymore, she had stopped screaming and there was blood everywhere. Was she dead? Anxiety started to fill his mind as the question kept repeating itself in his head. What if she was? He asked himself. Sam would be a murderer. Did he wanted to be friends with a murderer? Hell, did he even want to be in the same house as a murderer? For god sake what was he still doing there, he thought.
‘I have to leave, i have to leave,’ he muttered to himself while brushing his hand through his hair in despair. Just when he turned around, he felt an ice cold hand grabbing his shoulder.
‘Don’t you even dare,’ He heard Lucca’s voice next to him.
Lucca snatched the phone out of Andrew’s trembling hand and threw it all the way down the corridor.
‘We’re going to deal with this ourselves,’ Lucca whispered quietly but threatening, ‘like we always do.’
Lucca had been watching the whole thing before Brian and Andrew even showed up. How it started, how it escalated into something terrible and eventually, when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, how the whole situation aggravated. And the only thing he would let out was a simple sigh. A weary sigh. An oh-no-not-this-again-sigh. Because no matter how many times they went over it with Sam, it would always come to this. Although it never included a dead body. Was she dead? Lucca asked himself for a moment while he saw the pool of blood almost reaching his shoes. He took a step back and a little smile formed on his lips. Of course she was.
Als jullie het leuk vinden en door willen lezen, plaats ik nog een stukje (:
Tips zijn welkom!
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‘Sam stop!’
‘Dude, what are you doing!’
‘Leave her the fuck alone!’
They were all screaming at him from outside the door, but no one actually came closer. None of his three best friends dared to come any closer to stop him from what he was doing. They were afraid for him. Afraid of what happened to that poor girl would eventually happen to them.
Brian tried to look away, but his eyes were fixed on Sam’s knuckle that was covered in dark red blood, dripping along his wrist all the way down to his elbow. It was horrible to see, but Brian couldn’t look away as Sam punched the girl again and again and again, leaving blood spatters all over the kitchen cabinet behind her. In someway it fascinated him. It was the kind of red he craved to use in one of his paintings. The kind of red that any artist dreams about. Oh how beautiful it would look on his new canvas, he thought. How he wanted to dip his finger in the thick substance and see it dripping on the white surface. Preferably in slow-motion. He quickly shook his head in disgust of his own fantasies and forced himself to look away.
Andrew held his thumb right above the calling button on his cellphone. He was planning to call 911 at least 3 minutes ago, but he couldn’t make himself press the button. Sam was his friend, how could he betray him like that? He was sure the girl wasn’t conscious anymore, she had stopped screaming and there was blood everywhere. Was she dead? Anxiety started to fill his mind as the question kept repeating itself in his head. What if she was? He asked himself. Sam would be a murderer. Did he wanted to be friends with a murderer? Hell, did he even want to be in the same house as a murderer? For god sake what was he still doing there, he thought.
‘I have to leave, i have to leave,’ he muttered to himself while brushing his hand through his hair in despair. Just when he turned around, he felt an ice cold hand grabbing his shoulder.
‘Don’t you even dare,’ He heard Lucca’s voice next to him.
Lucca snatched the phone out of Andrew’s trembling hand and threw it all the way down the corridor.
‘We’re going to deal with this ourselves,’ Lucca whispered quietly but threatening, ‘like we always do.’
Lucca had been watching the whole thing before Brian and Andrew even showed up. How it started, how it escalated into something terrible and eventually, when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, how the whole situation aggravated. And the only thing he would let out was a simple sigh. A weary sigh. An oh-no-not-this-again-sigh. Because no matter how many times they went over it with Sam, it would always come to this. Although it never included a dead body. Was she dead? Lucca asked himself for a moment while he saw the pool of blood almost reaching his shoes. He took a step back and a little smile formed on his lips. Of course she was.