by mundy » Wed Jun 16, 2010 6:34 am
"Roger, Quill is writing on the wall again!!" a girl yelled, running off to tattle. "Shaddup!" Quill snapped. then he scribbled down more words on the white wall in his fragrant red and black markers. words like, Blood, Kill, stab, murder, KIRA. He was scolded once again, and forced to scrub these words off the wall.
once he finished, he could still see the words there. but it seemed, no one else could. "oh well." He shrugged and went back off to his room to 'sleep'. "sleep" being an operative word, seeing he never actually slept. Roger didnt even know what had recently become of Q's room.
New paint job, completely white, yes, but all furniture and belongings were gone from the room. Quill saw no need for them. his room was now his own blank canvas, and he could write or draw whatever he pleased.
He began at a far bottom corner, all words and pictures radiating from there. this project soon became an obsession. the only thing that kept him from his usual violent and destructive behavior.
this became very time consuming. Quill never wanted to leave his room. he refused to go eat at meals, go to classes, or to play outside.
quill started to feel weak, but he still refused to stop until it was done.
Finished. the last sequence of words, saying, god. Kira. Take away. Sights. Arid. World. pain.
Little did he know what he had done.
my best short story ever written