iBEO
04-07-2011, 03:41 PM
-- This was for a project for a short story that I had to do about a theme and I chose 'Greed'. I would love your feedbacks! : ) * I didn't know how to title it so I just did whatever. Sorry about the spaces and paragraphs, I'm not too good with this so I just copied and pasted.
Outside the wind blew continuously at the small house
as if crying to get in. The windowpane cringed against the fury of the
wind, trying to hold against it. Inside the small dark house was the
empty fireplace. Small sparks inside the fireplace was the only light
that shown in the dark empty space. The eerie silence was cut off by
the hum of the refrigerator and the tick-tock of the clock. Inside the
bedroom clothes were seen piled up against each other. Slowly time
ticked by seconds by seconds, minute by minute. Before the sun came up
the water faucet came on. A girl, tall skinny brunette with long thin
hair began washing her face. Picking up a cotton pad that she had
already wet with make-up remover, she slowly removed the leftover
make-up from the night before. Small purple marks surfaced her skin.
Her arms, back, and neck was covered with bruises from the night
before. Lifting up her t-shirt she removed the band-aid from her hip
that she had wounded. Dry blood remained and she cleaned it clean. A
stir was heard from the bedroom and she quickly covered her wounded
hip. Turning around she smiled to herself and she walked into the
bedroom and leaning down she kissed him on the cheek.
“Wake up…” she whispered, “Darling... its morning”. He
slowly opened his eyes and look at her. His hands lifted up, brushed
against her face and he smiled.
“Do you love me?” he asks.
“Yes. Of course, I will always love you,” she replied softly.
“I’m sorry”
“For what Darling?” she asks as she tilted her head to
the side. He leaned up, brushed her hair back and caressed her cheek
where the most visible bruise was seen. “For this” he said as he
kissed it softly. She cringed back lightly and he stopped abruptly as
if sensing her hesitation.
“Why?” he said as he stood up out of bed, “You lied to
me!” he cried suddenly. She cringed even more trying to hide herself.
He stomped out of the bedroom angry and frustrated and she ran after
him like a lost puppy. Turning around he slammed her into the wall and
she fell like a limp doll.
“Who was that man? Who else do you love other than
me?!” he cried at her as his fingers clenched her hair. She looked at
him with pleading eyes and she lifted her hands to caress his cheek,
hoping to calm him down.
“There is no one other than you. You’re the only man
in my life that I love,” she said with a soft whisper.
“Lies!” he screamed and within seconds his fist was
raised. His hands moved down as fast as a snake and she fell over on
her side and lay there motionless. The only movement that was seen was
the heavy breathing and the deep intakes she would take to make up for
not getting enough air. He stood there motionless before her, a frown
on his face.
“You made me do this. I love you so much, but why must
you make me do this to you,” he said as he walked to the bathroom
door, rubbing his chest as though trying to ease it’s pain and slammed
the door shut. The small fragile brunette girl stood up unsteadily and
leaned on the wall. She smiled to herself and only stared at the
bathroom door.
The beatings kept going for over two weeks. The man wanted more from
her than she could give him. His greed overcame his sense of logic and
all he could do was harm her to keep her from running away from him.
After those two weeks of violence he woke up to a sense of
abandonment. Looking around he did not sense her anywhere and his
anger flared up. At this moment his cell phone rang and as he looked
down, it was his doctor. Not wanting to pick up because of his anger
but also wanting to in case it was important, he picked up his call.
“Is this Mr. Hilmes?”
“This is he.”
“We have found a donor who was willing to have a kidney transplant.
If you would like, we would like to start the surgery as soon as
possible. Possibly even now.” Hilmes looks up from this call, excited
about the news. Although he would have to deal with his current
situation later, this was more important. He grabbed his car keys shut
the door and drove away to the hospital.
After a couple of weeks staying in the hospital he came home to an
empty house. Everything looked the same as he had left it. Hilmes was
disappointed, during his time at the hospital he did not get a single
visit by her, not even a single call. His anger began to build up and
he slammed the door shut. Walking into the living room he decided to
call her sister.
“Hello?” an answer was heard on the other line.
“It’s Hilmes. I was wondering if Melinda cane home by chance?” There
was a long silence on the phone until he heard her take a long breath.
“She didn’t tell you? I guess not by the sound of your voice. A
couple of weeks ago before your surgery, she talked with one of the
guys from the hospital that was supposed to do your surgery if you
ever got one. He told her that there wasn’t a good chance that you
would survive unless you got a kidney transplant. After thinking for
awhile she made a decision to give hers to you.” Hilmes heart raced
and he paced around his house trying to calm him-self down.
“Where is she now? Tell me.” He asked panic rising in his voice.
“She’s dead Hilmes.”
“She can’t be! I only have one of her kidneys, she should still be alive.”
“When she was younger she had given her other kidney to her mother.
She only had one until she gave her last one to you.” Hilmes hung up
the phone slammed it towards the wall. He did not want to believe what
he had just heard. His hands covered his ears as if trying to get rid
of the information he had gotten but it was useless. The empty house
stood silently on its foundation. There was no wind blowing on the
house. There was no tick-tock of the clock, there was no humming of
the refrigerator, only the silent crying of a man whose greed overcame
his logic.
.
Outside the wind blew continuously at the small house
as if crying to get in. The windowpane cringed against the fury of the
wind, trying to hold against it. Inside the small dark house was the
empty fireplace. Small sparks inside the fireplace was the only light
that shown in the dark empty space. The eerie silence was cut off by
the hum of the refrigerator and the tick-tock of the clock. Inside the
bedroom clothes were seen piled up against each other. Slowly time
ticked by seconds by seconds, minute by minute. Before the sun came up
the water faucet came on. A girl, tall skinny brunette with long thin
hair began washing her face. Picking up a cotton pad that she had
already wet with make-up remover, she slowly removed the leftover
make-up from the night before. Small purple marks surfaced her skin.
Her arms, back, and neck was covered with bruises from the night
before. Lifting up her t-shirt she removed the band-aid from her hip
that she had wounded. Dry blood remained and she cleaned it clean. A
stir was heard from the bedroom and she quickly covered her wounded
hip. Turning around she smiled to herself and she walked into the
bedroom and leaning down she kissed him on the cheek.
“Wake up…” she whispered, “Darling... its morning”. He
slowly opened his eyes and look at her. His hands lifted up, brushed
against her face and he smiled.
“Do you love me?” he asks.
“Yes. Of course, I will always love you,” she replied softly.
“I’m sorry”
“For what Darling?” she asks as she tilted her head to
the side. He leaned up, brushed her hair back and caressed her cheek
where the most visible bruise was seen. “For this” he said as he
kissed it softly. She cringed back lightly and he stopped abruptly as
if sensing her hesitation.
“Why?” he said as he stood up out of bed, “You lied to
me!” he cried suddenly. She cringed even more trying to hide herself.
He stomped out of the bedroom angry and frustrated and she ran after
him like a lost puppy. Turning around he slammed her into the wall and
she fell like a limp doll.
“Who was that man? Who else do you love other than
me?!” he cried at her as his fingers clenched her hair. She looked at
him with pleading eyes and she lifted her hands to caress his cheek,
hoping to calm him down.
“There is no one other than you. You’re the only man
in my life that I love,” she said with a soft whisper.
“Lies!” he screamed and within seconds his fist was
raised. His hands moved down as fast as a snake and she fell over on
her side and lay there motionless. The only movement that was seen was
the heavy breathing and the deep intakes she would take to make up for
not getting enough air. He stood there motionless before her, a frown
on his face.
“You made me do this. I love you so much, but why must
you make me do this to you,” he said as he walked to the bathroom
door, rubbing his chest as though trying to ease it’s pain and slammed
the door shut. The small fragile brunette girl stood up unsteadily and
leaned on the wall. She smiled to herself and only stared at the
bathroom door.
The beatings kept going for over two weeks. The man wanted more from
her than she could give him. His greed overcame his sense of logic and
all he could do was harm her to keep her from running away from him.
After those two weeks of violence he woke up to a sense of
abandonment. Looking around he did not sense her anywhere and his
anger flared up. At this moment his cell phone rang and as he looked
down, it was his doctor. Not wanting to pick up because of his anger
but also wanting to in case it was important, he picked up his call.
“Is this Mr. Hilmes?”
“This is he.”
“We have found a donor who was willing to have a kidney transplant.
If you would like, we would like to start the surgery as soon as
possible. Possibly even now.” Hilmes looks up from this call, excited
about the news. Although he would have to deal with his current
situation later, this was more important. He grabbed his car keys shut
the door and drove away to the hospital.
After a couple of weeks staying in the hospital he came home to an
empty house. Everything looked the same as he had left it. Hilmes was
disappointed, during his time at the hospital he did not get a single
visit by her, not even a single call. His anger began to build up and
he slammed the door shut. Walking into the living room he decided to
call her sister.
“Hello?” an answer was heard on the other line.
“It’s Hilmes. I was wondering if Melinda cane home by chance?” There
was a long silence on the phone until he heard her take a long breath.
“She didn’t tell you? I guess not by the sound of your voice. A
couple of weeks ago before your surgery, she talked with one of the
guys from the hospital that was supposed to do your surgery if you
ever got one. He told her that there wasn’t a good chance that you
would survive unless you got a kidney transplant. After thinking for
awhile she made a decision to give hers to you.” Hilmes heart raced
and he paced around his house trying to calm him-self down.
“Where is she now? Tell me.” He asked panic rising in his voice.
“She’s dead Hilmes.”
“She can’t be! I only have one of her kidneys, she should still be alive.”
“When she was younger she had given her other kidney to her mother.
She only had one until she gave her last one to you.” Hilmes hung up
the phone slammed it towards the wall. He did not want to believe what
he had just heard. His hands covered his ears as if trying to get rid
of the information he had gotten but it was useless. The empty house
stood silently on its foundation. There was no wind blowing on the
house. There was no tick-tock of the clock, there was no humming of
the refrigerator, only the silent crying of a man whose greed overcame
his logic.
.