Today's challenge is to write a piece of emotional flash fiction in no more than 250 words. I am excited to say I did it - yay! This piece is, again, lifted from my WIP, and is written from the perspective of Shannen. Enjoy!
I hung up the phone, leaped out of bed and quickly threw some clothes on. Even though it was still warm, I put on my jeans and a long-sleeved top because I was shivering. As soon as I was dressed, I grabbed my mobile and my keys, and went to wait for Guy outside.
It’s weird how slow the time goes when you’re waiting. My foot tapped impatiently, and all I could think about was the possibility that we wouldn’t find him. He’d been fighting the depression so hard, but every day I could see the weight of it pulling him down further, dragging him into the depths of darkness.
I should have been there for him. I shouldn't have left him when he'd begged me to stay. I’d rejected him when he needed me most, and if I lost him…
My knees buckled a little and I leaned against a nearby street light for support.
We had to find him.
When Guy arrived, the look of worry etched on his face easily matched my own. I jumped straight into his car, and we headed for Cal’s flat.
On the way, everything seemed so unreal. Everything around me looked the same, but I felt like I was in a bad dream, and I kept hoping I’d wake up soon because with each minute that passed, the likelihood of a happy ending was drifting further away.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes my entries in the "I'm Hearing Voices" blog challenge! Thanks again for all your support! Now I'm off to read what you have written! :D