This is the third instalment of my story. I recommend you to read the first two ones, HERE and HERE, before going on reading "A Sad Smile". But if you are too lazy too do it, never mind, I bet you'll be able to enjoy the mystery surrounding the two protagonists anyway. Enjoy reading, whatever you choose!
“Don’t tell anybody. Can I trust you?”. Mark’s father said with a worried loudness.
“I promise you,
yeah, you can trust me.” Mark answered.
Mark was thinking
about his biggest mistake. He had trusted the wrong person. Anyway
truth comes to light sooner or later. Well, ALWAYS. So, better safe than
sorry. He was frightened, he lost control. What did his mistakes
mean? An impenetrable trap of lies, an immense sense of guilt and a
perpetual desire to put an end to it. An unveiled secret can
completely upset your life, can make it a nightmare, can totally
change the way you live.
It becomes an
obsession, you can’t stop thinking about the consequences of your
trusting the wrong person . But everything seems unimportant before
guilt and it consumes you slowly, little by little.
He tried to hide
his thoughts, to disconnect his brain and to return to his previous
life. However is sense of guilt was haunting, suffocating,
unbearable.
Jane was thinking
about those days, all those days. She lay on her back fastened by
leather straps to a narrow bed with a steel frame. She had long since
given up trying to free herself. She was awake, but her eyes were
closed. If she opened her eyes she would find herself in darkness.
The only light was a faint strip that seeped above the door. She was
listening for the sound of footsteps, which would mean he was coming.
A sudden vibration in the bed made her open her eyes. It was as if a
machine had started up somewhere in the building. After a few seconds
she was no longer sure if she was imagining it. It was the
forty-third day of her imprisonment. She was not afraid. But she felt
a great , pent-up rage. At the same time she was troubled by
fantasies about what was going to happen to her. She detested that
helplessness. No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on
something else to pass the time and distract herself from the
situation she was in , the fear came trickling out. She had
discovered that the most effective method to keep her fear at bay
was fantasizing about something that gave her a feeling of strength.
She was wide awake
when the door opened. The light blinded her. He had come. He was
tall. She didn’t know how old he was but he had reddish-brown hair
and he wore glasses with black frames, he smelled of aftershave. Jane
hated the smell of him. He stood at the foot of the bed and he
observed her for a long time. She hated his silence. Then he spoke to
her. He had a dark and clear voice. She hated his voice. His tone was
not unfriendly or ironical. It was neutral. She thought he was
smiling. She hated him. She saw his mouth move but she didn’t want
to answer. After a few seconds she stopped. Then he began to tie her
feet. Now she was utterly helpless. Then he turned and left,
closing the door behind him. She heard him lock it , which was
totally unnecessary because she had no way of getting free from the
bed. Then she moved and tried to feel how tight the straps were. She
relaxed. She lay still, she stared at nothing. She smiled a sad
smile.
ANGELA
Dark and mysterious! These are the stories we like. Thanks a lot, Angela! Looking forward to the next instalment to understand more of what has happened/is happening.
ReplyDeleteAngela, your story is very mysterious, I like it! 👻👽🙀
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ReplyDeleteSo..worrying..as usual, Angela😅 I like your story even thought I prefer other genres
ReplyDeleteYou have a creative and interesting mind,Angela.
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