Dry Tears
An English assignment. My prompt for this was 'trapped' and I had to keep it around 350 words.
I laugh as my brother stuffs his pillow in my face. I love him, he’s so fun. Most older brothers won’t play with their sisters; it’s too embarrassing. I squirm under the pillow; he’s pressing down a little too hard. I kick him gently to show I need air, but he doesn’t lift up. What’s he doing?
My lungs are in pain, trying so very hard to breath. I’m wriggling insanely now. Why won’t he lift the pillow? My cries are muffled by the soft fabric over me. I feel more weight on my body as, what I presume to be, my brother climbs on top of me. He’s doing this on purpose. Why would he do this on purpose?
My attempts at escaping are useless; I’m too weak compared to him. My tears of fear run dry; absorbed by the pillow. I’m terrified, mortified. What did I do to deserve this? My head hurts, I need to breath. Splotches of bright colours appear behind my closed eyes as my brain struggles to collect oxygen.
I don’t stop trying, I can’t; I need the air. My mouth is open, filling with emptiness as I let out the last of the only breath I had. My chest is now empty. The feeling of death washes over me; I’m not going to survive this, I’m not going to make it. My attempts at escape have failed; useless in my small stature. My body goes limp as I make my last conscious thoughts. My soul has given up. Good bye.
I laugh as my brother stuffs his pillow in my face. I love him, he’s so fun. Most older brothers won’t play with their sisters; it’s too embarrassing. I squirm under the pillow; he’s pressing down a little too hard. I kick him gently to show I need air, but he doesn’t lift up. What’s he doing?
My lungs are in pain, trying so very hard to breath. I’m wriggling insanely now. Why won’t he lift the pillow? My cries are muffled by the soft fabric over me. I feel more weight on my body as, what I presume to be, my brother climbs on top of me. He’s doing this on purpose. Why would he do this on purpose?
My attempts at escaping are useless; I’m too weak compared to him. My tears of fear run dry; absorbed by the pillow. I’m terrified, mortified. What did I do to deserve this? My head hurts, I need to breath. Splotches of bright colours appear behind my closed eyes as my brain struggles to collect oxygen.
I don’t stop trying, I can’t; I need the air. My mouth is open, filling with emptiness as I let out the last of the only breath I had. My chest is now empty. The feeling of death washes over me; I’m not going to survive this, I’m not going to make it. My attempts at escape have failed; useless in my small stature. My body goes limp as I make my last conscious thoughts. My soul has given up. Good bye.