Horror Fan Fiction ❯ Daniel ❯ Daniel ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
What would I do to get them back. That’s what it asked me, what I would do. It had to know the extent of what I would go through for it to ask me a question like that. What does it want? What does it want! I have no idea, but it wants to know what I would do to get them back. That thought crosses my mind a hundred, no a thousand times every day. What I would do to get them back. What I would do to get them back.
We were coming home, that was all, coming home. Coming home. I was arguing, yeah that’s it I was arguing I remember that. But I don’t remember the other car, or the wall, or… or … what was it that I remembered? We were arguing and then… and then the whole front of the car exploded. I, I remember the eye, the eye staring up from my lap. It was… it was her eye. I never found the rest of her head. Her blood showered me, I felt like… well like standing in the shower. But her eye, her eye.
What would I do to get her back? What would I do to get him back, the one… the other one. The one, Daniel, that’s his name Daniel! Who are they? Why am I thinking about them… what would I do to get them back? I honestly have no idea.
I would die, I would live, I would suffer, I would pray, I would do anything. I know what it wants me to say, I know what it wants me to say and I know I’m going to say it. I know, I know, I know, I know, a thousand times I know! Do you know? I would… I would… this isn’t going to come out very easily now is it. I’d better get it out quick, like ripping off a band-aid. I would…
The eye, it’s staring at me, the eye that was knocked out of her head from the crash. What crash? Who was in it? The eye, the eye was in it, it stared at me, stared up at me from my lap. Blue as a daisy… wait that isn’t right, blue as, blue as, blue as a blue eye staring up at me from my lap. It was red too, but that wasn’t the eye as much as it was the blood soaking into my clothes, or the nerve lazily hanging off the back of the eyeball. There was an eye in my lap. And I know what it wants me to say.
It wants me to say that I would sell my soul to the Devil. It wants me to smile as the words escape my lips. It wants me to convince myself that it is the only thing I have left, my soul. It wants me to give it up. It wants me to look into his lifeless eyes and breathe out everything I am, everything I stand to be, everything I was, everything I… everything they loved.
His head exploded. I saw it, four years old and his head exploded. Right in front of me, I saw it. When the car hit my seat turned, I could see the back of the car. I could see him fly up, nothing restraining him from doing so. I could see the top of his head crumple as it slammed into the roof of the car. I could see his brain leaking out from the many holes and cuts in the sides of his head. I could see the eye staring up from my lap. I saw the blonde hair turn red, the shaggy blonde hair that I ruffled every night before kissing him goodnight, now coated in a thick layer of blood and brain. Who was he? He was… he was.
He was sitting right in front of me, only it couldn’t be him. It could only be it. The thing pretending to be my son, the child I raised, the child I loved. The thing falsifying the memory I lived for. It wants my soul. Well he can have it.
No it can’t, it won’t, I’ll never give it up! Never! I’ll never let everything I love, I’ll never let… I’ll never let anything or anyone other than Daniel have it. And Daniel is sitting right in front of me. I would give him anything, even my soul. Go ahead Daniel, go ahead. Take what I gave to you when you were born. Take what I lost on the night you died. Take the only thing I have left, I’ll give anything to you. Why is there an eyeball in my lap?
“Well? What would you do?” it asked, its raspy voice sliding fluently out of my son’s mouth. It’s demented and evil twisted, deformed words attacking me from all directions.
“You know what I would do, but for them I won‘t. Just kill me and be done.”
“Fair enough.”
It’s claws were big for a four year old boy, and as the shredded my throat I finally knew peace.
We were coming home, that was all, coming home. Coming home. I was arguing, yeah that’s it I was arguing I remember that. But I don’t remember the other car, or the wall, or… or … what was it that I remembered? We were arguing and then… and then the whole front of the car exploded. I, I remember the eye, the eye staring up from my lap. It was… it was her eye. I never found the rest of her head. Her blood showered me, I felt like… well like standing in the shower. But her eye, her eye.
What would I do to get her back? What would I do to get him back, the one… the other one. The one, Daniel, that’s his name Daniel! Who are they? Why am I thinking about them… what would I do to get them back? I honestly have no idea.
I would die, I would live, I would suffer, I would pray, I would do anything. I know what it wants me to say, I know what it wants me to say and I know I’m going to say it. I know, I know, I know, I know, a thousand times I know! Do you know? I would… I would… this isn’t going to come out very easily now is it. I’d better get it out quick, like ripping off a band-aid. I would…
The eye, it’s staring at me, the eye that was knocked out of her head from the crash. What crash? Who was in it? The eye, the eye was in it, it stared at me, stared up at me from my lap. Blue as a daisy… wait that isn’t right, blue as, blue as, blue as a blue eye staring up at me from my lap. It was red too, but that wasn’t the eye as much as it was the blood soaking into my clothes, or the nerve lazily hanging off the back of the eyeball. There was an eye in my lap. And I know what it wants me to say.
It wants me to say that I would sell my soul to the Devil. It wants me to smile as the words escape my lips. It wants me to convince myself that it is the only thing I have left, my soul. It wants me to give it up. It wants me to look into his lifeless eyes and breathe out everything I am, everything I stand to be, everything I was, everything I… everything they loved.
His head exploded. I saw it, four years old and his head exploded. Right in front of me, I saw it. When the car hit my seat turned, I could see the back of the car. I could see him fly up, nothing restraining him from doing so. I could see the top of his head crumple as it slammed into the roof of the car. I could see his brain leaking out from the many holes and cuts in the sides of his head. I could see the eye staring up from my lap. I saw the blonde hair turn red, the shaggy blonde hair that I ruffled every night before kissing him goodnight, now coated in a thick layer of blood and brain. Who was he? He was… he was.
He was sitting right in front of me, only it couldn’t be him. It could only be it. The thing pretending to be my son, the child I raised, the child I loved. The thing falsifying the memory I lived for. It wants my soul. Well he can have it.
No it can’t, it won’t, I’ll never give it up! Never! I’ll never let everything I love, I’ll never let… I’ll never let anything or anyone other than Daniel have it. And Daniel is sitting right in front of me. I would give him anything, even my soul. Go ahead Daniel, go ahead. Take what I gave to you when you were born. Take what I lost on the night you died. Take the only thing I have left, I’ll give anything to you. Why is there an eyeball in my lap?
“Well? What would you do?” it asked, its raspy voice sliding fluently out of my son’s mouth. It’s demented and evil twisted, deformed words attacking me from all directions.
“You know what I would do, but for them I won‘t. Just kill me and be done.”
“Fair enough.”
It’s claws were big for a four year old boy, and as the shredded my throat I finally knew peace.