Dr. Gilborn: A Short Story

“Before I tell you you have to promise me you won’t change your opinion about me.

“There appears to be some damage done. There are too many good leaders in the county to let that misunderstanding continue. Life’s too short. It’s about our lives.”

“No, I would never forgive anyone that attempted to take me away from my family.”

"But I believe I was right sir. I did my job. And I will not

Luke slowly pulled his chin out of his hand. “I dreamed last night that the girl was found, Dad.”

I crawl towards the light and began to stretch my right arm towards it, I could feel it is the door; they left it open. I slowly pull the door open, revealing an environment just like a jail. I scan around me and see that I am surrounded by guards. Although, I also see that the entrance of this encampment is located a few metres away from me. I know this is my only chance of survival. I sprint towards the door, I turn around and begin to see a group of guards behind me, I continue to run and reached half-way, I hear a woman scream "hey!" but did not turn around. I am now near the gate, although I keep hearing the same voice, a scream in fact. I turn around for a split second and saw a woman. Our eyes instantly lock together like two magnets. I know the look on those eyes, they're the same fearful yet innocent eyes that I saw from my mother when she was murdered by the Gaia family. "Zuco!" she says. I stood there for a moment, guns pointing at me like a hundred cameramen taking pictures of a celebrity. It can't be, I saw her death first hand, although there is this feeling that I cannot remove, the uncertainty of whether or not this is even possible. I am so close to the door, I know that I can turn around and possibly make it out, or go towards my mother but surely we both will die. It isn't worth it. I look at her and thought she would be fine if I left her. I took a sigh and ran straight towards the door, I also spot that my mother is running too, unsure of what direction. I continue to run but as I run further and further a white structure appears to be getting larger and larger in front of me. I am running towards a wall. Although, there seems to be another structure, only this time shaped like a human being. As I run closer to it, I realise that it is my mother. I came running as fast as I can towards her, and after twenty years I received my first hug, I

He woke up sweating and breathing roughly; it has been forty-eight years since the war, but every night, his nightmares take him back to the forest again. He’s scared of closing his eyes, because the darkness allows the images of bloody limbs, empty eye sockets, of death to fill his mind. I’ve never seen my father as helpless as he looks after waking up screaming, and to help ease his suffering, I decided to read the entries of a diary that he kept during and after the war:

I wait for what feels like forever until the door opens again and red light is welcomed in once more. Someone new enters the room from behind me. It sounds like my father. The boots are wet and make a sickening slap each time the contact the ground. He takes incredibly slow steps to make his way towards his me- his lowly subject.

"They said that if we won the war for them, we'd be allowed to live. We should have known it was too good to be true."

I was awoken with a thunderous bang that made the ground tremble and the house shake. Things were falling off shelves, crashing and shattering onto the floor. I dived under a table until the shaking stopped. Slowly and carefully, I peeked out the window and watched as the soldiers broke their way into each and every house, gathering up everyone who didn't go to the Commemoration Day Show. I ran for my hunting gun and considered my options, run or fight. I decided to run and strap my gun across my back but quickly realised I was surrounded. I formulated a plan as I rushed up the stairs to my brother's bedroom. As I reached his room, my front door was burst open and the soldiers' carefully entered my house. I locked the door behind me and for

When I almost reached the door, I felt something at my foot, a broken hourglass, that had ran out of sand. Shaking and suddenly bursting into a cold sweat, I furiously jammed the key in. It felt like an eternity, but finally I succeeded. Pushing the door open, and wiping a faceful of sweat from my face, I felt this wave of aromas crash over me. Putting the key in my pocket(FORESHADOWING) and then entering the cellar I tried to calm down. I tried to look for the cask of Amontillado that I bought several weeks ago. There were millions of wines in that cellar (HYPERBOLE). But at last I found it. It felt, lighter, and after opening it I realised that it was empty. I wasn’t enraged, just tired. I made my way to the door, suddenly feeling drowsy. Then I became a little bit nauseous and shaky. Looking into the darkness, I saw, darkness. So I picked up my dying torch and put it up and almost yelled “Who’s there?”. There was no reply but a figure seemed to appear in the darkness. It was carrying a scythe and it started towards me. I fell back, and was caught by the wall, slamming my head against it and dropping my torch. The figure whispered in the dark, “Free the fortunate one, for be warned fate will find

"Why'd you do it? You know just as well as we do! No you sit in here, all smug, thinking no one knows? Well, you have another thing coming!"

They killed Simon. I tried to stop them. They would not listen to me. I yelled stop. They attacked me too. They attacked me and killed my best friend. They have started killing each other it seems. It is now kill or be killed.

Just wait there will be someone with you shortly. “Hey come back don’t leave I still have questions for you come back!” As I sat there with disbelief all I could really remember was me in the this dark room. Suddenly one of the guy’s henchmen came and said lets go and train. It reminds me of when my mom use to tell me to do the laundry.

THE BATTLE IS OVER. I gave up, there is nothing to do or say. IT’S OVER. I run, leave the hallway and the monsters that we call people, Him, past the memories down the stairs. I saw Him, he looked at me, it looked at me, I stood there, breathing heavily.