Actual short story: I stand terrified, facing my ex, blood dripping from her neck. I buried her last May, how was she here? She smiles, and it’s the same smile that I’d always hoped to draw out of her. She cocks her head is an unnatural way. I tear my eyes from the mirror, to look behind, but she’s nowhere to be found. Of course, it’s just my head messing with me. I can’t tell anyone I’m seeing things, I’d be arrested. No one can know. Scarlet had been amazing. I loved her, and she had loved me back. But I had to do it. This was important. She couldn’t be here. Not this world. I begin folding my clothes, like I was supposed to be doing for a while. I set them into neat piles on the floor. I pick up a sweatshirt, but then sharp pain jabs the palm of my hand and I drop it. Deep red drips down to my wrist. “Ouch!” I yelp. What cut me? I pick up the sweatshirt and something falls out of the pocket. I hear it clank as it hits the floor of my bedroom. A nail. Bright silver against the dark wood. It glistens in sunlight falling through curtains. Why was this in there? I don’t think I would put a nail in my pocket. Or at least remember that I had. I carefully pick it up, and roll it between my fingers. It’s long, with a slight bend at the end. There’s a small drop of blood right where the bend is. I go into the bathroom to rinse my cut. I don’t know where that nail has been. I slowly rinse the cut till the blood stops flowing. The cut isn’t too deep, but even so I wrap it in a bandage. It’s not bleeding anymore, so I head back across the hall and continue folding. I still want to know how a nail got in my pocket. I certainly didn’t put it there… whatever. It’s probably fine. I finish my chores and go outside. I pull a dark blue hoodie over my head. It’s around 50 degrees, so it’s kind of cold. I put my hands into my pocket. I call my mom to tell her I’m going for a walk. “Hey, mom,” I say. “Hi hon, I’ll be home in around 20 minutes.” Mom says. “Kay, I’m going to go for a walk.” I say. “Alright, be safe,” she says. “Love you”. “Love you, mom,” I say. I hang up the phone and continue down the sidewalk. I see one of the neighbors mowing their lawn. I don’t know why, but I love the sent of fresh cut grass. It smells fresh. Like spring. All of a sudden, I feel something. A presence? I don’t know, but something. I turn and see Scarlet, holding a dandelion, smiling, her hair blowing into her face. I blink again, and she’s gone. Just like that. It’s as if she’s haunting me. For all I know, she is. I keep walking, just a bit faster. After walking four blocks, my phone rings again. I pull it out and see that Lily is trying to call. I answer it. “Willow! Hi!” She says. “Hey Lil…” I say. “Do you need something?” “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay! I know this whole thing with Scarlet is scary… It’s not like her to just leave. I feel like she’d at least tell you.” Lily says. “I know…” I say. And she’s right. Scarlet told her friends pretty much everything. If she were to run away, she’d tell us. “Well, if you ever need anything, I’ll be here!” She says Back of book: Willow Evans’s summer is off to a rough start. 10th grade was hard and her grades weren’t the best. Not only that, but Willow is hiding a deadly secret. Her ex-girlfriend, Scarlet Elson, isn’t missing. She’s dead. But somehow, Scarlet keeps coming back. At first, Willow passes this off as her mind playing tricks on her, but soon, Scarlet is actually able to Interact with the world. To stop history from repeating itself, Willow must figure out how to stop Scarlet, before it’s too late.
I’m going to keep adding! @anomimieseawing found this prompt. I think on SWC???? Something like that… anyway, I thought it was cool, so I made this.
