{Sam's Dumping Grounds}

[Ranger of the North]

aah, I knew you'd end up killing him XD I like the dramatic affect the repetition had, particularly as the very last line ^^ c:

Darn it I'm getting too predictable xD got to change things up a bit. Anyways thanks for your imput on the repetition thing! <3

Hahaha XD No problem! ^-^

[sammmy]

Word Count: 1,363
Other: GUYS IT'S BEEN SO LONG I'm so sorry that it's been forever and this isn't my best piece of writing but I really want to get some more of these prompts done so here you go c:


I remember the day like it was yesterday. I suppose that makes sense considering it’s one of the only days in my entire life where my perspective on the world shifted.

It was winter. A cold winter. There was snow too. A ton of snow. More snow then I had ever seen before. It was freezing that day, I remember that, and you and I had just gotten back from going skating. The skating was fun, but everything after the skating was horrible.

We were fighting about something. God knows what. It probably wasn’t important. Probably not important at all, but we were fighting. It seemed that leading up to that day we had been fighting so much more. And so much worse too. It would take days, sometimes even a week for me to make it up to you, even when I didn’t do anything wrong. People kept saying we should break up. That it wasn’t worth the pain. And don’t mistake my words here, it wasn’t just painful for me, I know it was painful for you too, I know it was, but the good times just seemed to outweigh the bad ones a thousand to one. When we had a good time, it was perfect. I guess that’s why we held on so hard. I guess that’s why we tried to make it last.

I don’t remember what you said leading up to it, but we had gotten home, gotten inside and were taking off our snow gear, still disputing whatever it was. You were getting so angry, so bloody angry, and I guess the words just slipped out without you meaning them to.

“You know, sometimes I think I would just be better off if I had never met you!” You screamed at me.

I stopped dead. I don’t think you even noticed what you had said, because you weren’t looking at me and you just kept continuing to take off your boots. I remember though, that my heart ripped in half.

“..What?” I asked, my voice meek, hardly coming out as a whimper.

I stared at you. I stared at you and willed you to take it back, willed you to rewind time even, to do something that would stitch my heart back up as quickly as you had ripped it.

“You would say the same thing.” You huffed, not wanting to admit you were wrong.

Not wanting to admit that you didn’t mean what you had just said. Maybe you did mean what you said to me. I hoped, I still hope, you were just too proud to take it back. I don’t even think I noticed the tears that began to slide down my face. At least, I didn’t notice them right away.

“I would never say that to you.” I whispered, trying to comprehend the fact that you thought I would say something that cruel to you.

I know that we argued all the time, but I didn’t regret my time with you at all, because like I said earlier, the good times were perfect. Or, I thought they were perfect. Maybe you didn’t think they were perfect. You mustn’t’ve if you were so willing to say that to me, and not willing to take it back.

I remember I was speechless. I stood up, winter coat off, and left the house with nothing but a thin sweater. I couldn’t do anything else. I wasn’t mad. I think you thought I was mad, but I never was. Not even for a minute. I was…heartbroken. I really don’t think there’s a better word to describe it.

I walked to the coffee shop that was a good twenty minute walk and I know that I got frostbite from that walk, I went to the hospital the day after and had to get medication, but I didn’t care, because I couldn’t be near you. Not after what you had said. I just sat and I drank coffee at first but as the hours ticked by and I still wasn’t ready to go home, I switched to tea.
I’m pretty sure I stayed at a friends house that night.

The next day I was packing my stuff.

2 days later I was completely moved out.

But you know, I never actually loved anyone after you. I dated, of course I dated, but I never fell in love again. Maybe that’s why the phone call was so difficult. I didn’t even know I was still your emergency contact.

I got the call at around 1 in the morning. You had been in a car accident. A bad one.

To be honest, I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say to the police officer, because it had been almost 5 years since I had spoken to you. I couldn’t just not come though. Like I said, you were the only person I was ever in love with. So I packed up my stuff, at 1 in the morning, and left the house of the friend I had been staying with. It didn’t matter though, because when I got to the hospital, you were already dead.

Doesn’t that seem a little cruel to you? It seems cruel to me. Fall in love, heartbreak, get called up after almost 5 years, say you’ll go see the only person you ever loved, only to find out their dead when you get there? That seems cruel to me.

The whole drive to the hospital I was trying to work out the perfect scenario of what I would say to you. What to say to make you feel better, what to say so it wasn’t so awkward, to be honest, I was going to tell you I still loved you. I was going to tell you that maybe we would work out this time, if we tried again. I never prepared myself for the possibility that I wouldn’t get to say anything to you.

They let me say goodbye at the hospital you know. Which I found a little ironic. How could I say goodbye when I didn’t really know you? I’m sure you changed so much in those 5 years, I couldn’t have said goodbye because I wouldn’t have known who I was saying goodbye to. I did say goodbye though. Not to the you lying in the bed, but to the you that I knew 5 years ago. I couldn’t say goodbye to the person lying in the sterile sheets, but I never got to say goodbye to the person I loved. So, I did say goodbye. And then I cried. I did. I cried a lot. Weird considering, I hadn’t talked to you for almost 5 years, but I didn’t care. Not when your body was sitting in front of me like some broken life-sized doll.

You know what I did when I left the hospital? I walked to the nearest coffee shop. I sat for hours. First drinking coffee, then switching to tea when I realized I wasn’t planning on going home.

I attended the funeral too. No one knew me. Your parents didn’t come. That made me angry. I knew you wouldn’t have cared but it made me so angry because you were their only daughter and they didn’t even care enough to show up. It doesn’t matter though because I know you probably wouldn’t have even wanted them there. Lots of people cried you know. At your funeral. I know you used to always joke that you were only as popular as how many people came to your funeral and cried. I always thought the joke was morbid. Now I’ve proved it’s morbid.

Well, I don’t think I have anything else to say to you, but I miss you, and even though we didn’t talk for 5 years, I still don’t regret the time that we were together. Not one bit and I want you to know that. I’m going to keep visiting your gravestone. I’m going to keep bringing you flowers, and I want you to know, wherever you are, that I forgive you for what you said that cold winter day. I’m not mad. I never was.

[Ranger of the North]

Oh. My. Gosh. You have perfected the skill of ripping my heart out and trampling it to pieces all over the floor 😭

[sammmy]

I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing xD

[Ranger of the North]

I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing xD

Ahaha. Bit o' both XD

[Dinolil1]

I like your stories! They're very good!
Is it okay if I borrow the writing shots?

[sammmy]

I like your stories! They're very good!
Is it okay if I borrow the writing shots?

Why thank you! And the shots are actually part of a challenge on this thread. You can go there for the information on using the prompts c:

[sammmy]

Word Count: 1,189
Other: Well I don't think this one's toooo heart wrenching, so here's something a little different!


“Don’t let go Jack! Wait…you already did…rats.” Laughter.

That was good! The audience found it funny! I tried not to break character but I couldn’t help a tiny little smile cross my face when Olli began flailing dramatically on the stage. Two of the chorus members ran around him, blue silk sheets trailing from their closed fists, pretending to be water. Cold water, I would assume. Olli continued to scream for help, over acting as much as he possibly could, I know. The audience was laughing again! That was good. The first audience we had didn’t find the play amusing at all. I guess most of them expected to see the original Titanic and not our more comedic spin on it.

I was snapped violently out of my thoughts when something came flying down from the rafters over the stage. Probably something someone had dropped accidently, but it was going to ruin the illusion. I was annoyed. The play had been going so well. However, seeing the size of the object, I tucked my head in, ducking as it came towards me. It was jolted violently straight, just inches above the stages floor, attatched to some sort of rope. I looked up at the object, wondering what it was that had just ruined our perfectly good scene, then screamed.

I screamed, then screamed again, then Olli turned, and he screamed too.

The audience laughed. They clapped. Oh my god. I remember thinking. They think this is part of the show. They think this is a prop!

Still though, with that logical thought passing through my head, I still kept screaming at the top of my lungs, not able to stop the screams from escaping. The curtains shut, I remember that, and faintly, as if a million miles away, I could hear the audience cheering and clapping. I looked at Olli, terror dancing in my field of vision. The terror I held was reflected back at me in his own eyes.

For some reason, seeing him just as terrified as me, calmed me a little. I stopped screaming and slowly, very slowly, allowed my eyes to wander from the bottom of the object, up to the top. No mistaking it. It was a human corpse. A real, true, grotesque, human corpse. It looked as though it had been decaying for sometime. None of the skin that was left looked anything remotely similar to skin, and whatever it was hung limply from the shallowed bones of the skull, ribs, legs, everywhere. It was horrible.

Before I got much more of a chance to take in the view of the skeleton, the stage manager was grabbing my waist from behind, basically dragging me, off the stage. I let him. I don’t think I would have been able to stand up by myself anyways. Olli and I were taken to a small green room used sometimes to do peoples hair in. The stage manager grabbed us chairs and water and his expression was clouded. Troubled. He knew it was real as much as we did.

He then left without saying a word. Olli and I sat in silence for about 5 minutes before I spontaneously burst into tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. It’ll be ok. Don’t worry.” Olli was by my side within seconds, pulling me into his arms so I could bury my face into his chest.

We weren’t officially a couple, but we may as well have been. We acted like a couple and hung out all the time together, and I think we both knew we were a thing and just didn’t feel the need to ever make an official statement about it.

“Ol-ll-li it was re-eal!” I stammered through the tears cascading town my face.

“Maybe it wasn’t maybe it was just someone pulling a prank, that’s all.” He had his chin resting on my head and was rubbing my back.

“You kn-now it was r-real!” I tried to be angry at him but there was no way I sounded the least bit aggravated.

He didn’t say anything else. Because he did know it was real, and there was no sense in lying straight to my face.
It wasn’t long before the audience had been cleared out and the stage manager came back to get us.

“There’s some FBI agent here to talk to you two.” He said in a grim voice, his lips pressed tightly together as soon as he was finished speaking.

“But we didn’t do anything wrong!” I protested.

“I don’t think anyone’s implying you did anything.” The stage manager replied.

I sniffed once more, wiping my tears off my cheeks with my sleeve, as I stood up. Olli kept one hand on my back, reassuring me that he was right behind me, as the stage manager brought us back onto the stage. The body was gone, but the rope it had been tied to still swung back and forth very slowly through the air. Standing right in front of the stage was a tall muscular man in a suit. Olli and I made our way over to the agent.

“Hi there, my name is Agent Royce. You two must be Oliver Hanlen and Myla Colaro.” He stuck out his hand in greeting and Olli shook it, followed by me.

“You two were on stage when the body dropped, correct?” The agent asked, hands clasping in front of him.
I nodded in reply.

“And did you see anyone up on the balcony when the body dropped?” He asked.

“No sir. We were in the middle of a scene and Myla and I are almost always completely involved in the scene.” Olli told the agent.

The agent nodded thoughtfully.

“Did you see anyone suspicious lurking around the audience either before or during the show? Or maybe someone hanging out backstage who you didn’t recognize?”

“No sir. Nothing out of the ordinary” I told him.

“Ok well thank you very much for your time. I will call if I have anymore questions.” The agent then promptly turned and left the theatre. I felt sick to my stomach.

“Olli, you don’t think it could be Venice do you?” Venice was a girl who had originally gotten the lead in the play.

She was crazy talented and everyone knew it. She wasn’t cocky though, or cruel, she was kind to everyone, which made her talent so much nicer. She got the lead female role, but two days later, she disappeared. Left a note in her bedroom that her mom found that read she was running. What from? No one knew. No one had found out. I got the lead after she left, but she had been missing for a few months and I couldn’t shake the feeling that her going missing had something to do with this.
My cell phone rang. It startled me, and I jumped, dropping my phone in the process. I picked it up and answered.

“Hello?” I spoke into the phone.

“Hi, it’s Agent Royce. We ID’d the victim. Do you know anyone by the name of Venice Klau-Monteau?”

[Ranger of the North]

EW. NO. JUST GROSS. JUST NO. WHY THO. OH YUCK. hOW DID IT gET tHERE?!

[sammmy]

EW. NO. JUST GROSS. JUST NO. WHY THO. OH YUCK. hOW DID IT gET tHERE?!

All part of the mystery i guess;)