Please Don't Go

[Violet Twlilight]

This is a short story I wrote when I was 12. It's not the best but still, I like the story. I should re-write. What do you think?



Domain knew there was something wrong with Shelly. He could feel it in the way her voice sounded that morning. Dry and flat. It made his heart sink when she sounded like that. There wasn’t much of anything he could do for her. He felt a sharp pain in his arm and his mind flashed to Shelly.


“She’ll be aright…she’s always alright. She’s just in one of her dark moods and when I get there she’ll be painting a new form of her demons.”


His feet sipped quickly along the wet streets. The rain giving thousands of needle like kisses. He took a drag off his cigarette. Domain loved Shelly. But sometimes he wondered if it was possible for her to love him. He had more in common with her more than anyone, else. But Shelly sometimes seemed so alienated. Cold. She was only really passionate when finishing a new painting. She would be more wild in bed and keep going for hours. Domain called her his art vampire. She fed off of creativity.


She would get angry at him sometimes, because he couldn’t fully understand the kind of pain she’d been though. She’d had a horrible childhood. Although Domain never asked he knew she’d been raped by her Dad. He knew without hurt words or false tears that her Mother beat her. Than her depression came into the mix. Sure he had it too. But it would get so much worse for her. Some days she couldn’t even get out of bed.


“Why did I leave her alone? I’d know I’d be worried.”


He turned the corner and was home. No lights on, power’s out.
“Damn it! Not again..” Domain took one last long drag off his cigarette than threw it to the ground, and ran up the old wooden steps.


“Shelly?” Domain’s voice echoed though out the old dark house. Water was dripping from the roof and no other sound could be hear other than Domain’s heart beat and breathing.


“Shelly? You home?” He stood outside the door to there room. It was bright red. Domain remembered last summer when they’d painted it.


“Why red?” He’d asked.
“Because red’s the color of blood.”

She’d scarred him that day. She scarred him a lot. Shelly would paint the most beautiful works of art, yet so dark and twisted. Sometimes he wondered how she came up with what she called: “Her demons” They were the devils in her head that made her sad or mad. She would give them names and backgrounds. The parts in her life when they were given life.


“They live in my head. They hate me, but they want me to love them. They’re born when something bad happens to me…” Shelly had told him that one they’re first date. He knew they were meant for one another.


Domain’s heart was pounding in his ears, he couldn’t calm his breathing.
“Shelly?” He opened the door.


There she was….the love of his life. He could make out her long dark hair from under the blood soaked sheets.


“Oh….god….baby….what did you do?” Domain’s belly rolled and growled at the smell of blood. He walked slowly over to the bed. Hot tears ran down his cheeks as he lifted back the sheets. Her arms were cut from the wrist to the elbow. Domain cried harder. He felt a pain begin in himself like no other. His heart was breaking, his blood froze. Shelly’s chest was moving, a flicker of hope over took him.


“Shelly? Wake up! Come on!” He ran to the phone. But than remembered it was dead. The power’s out from the rain. He went back over to the bed. Her eyes were open.
“Domain?” Her voice was so alien sounding.


“It’s goanna be ok baby..” Tears welling up clouded his vision. He tried picking her up and taking her to car, but she was too heavy. No, he was too weak.


“Why?” Domain cried. “I tried giving you everything! I did the best I could!” Domain screamed as loud as he could before falling next to his dying lover.


“I’m….sorry.” Shelly whispered and let out a small moan.


“No…no…” Domain pulled Shelly into his arms and cried out.


“Oh no…….P-P-P-Please don’t go!” She reached out and brushed his lips with her cold, blood dried finger tips. His eyes leaked tears as his mouth hanged open hearing her heart fade;


You’re my night
…Bump-bump…
You're my dark light
……bump-bump……
You're the one I adore
………bump-bump………
You're the one I'm waiting for
…………bump-bump…………
You're the one I wanted so
……………bump…bump…………
Please don't go
Bump.


“No…..please……don’t leave me alone…” Domain whispered. When Shelly began to grow cold he placed her back down into a peaceful sleep.


Standing he looked at himself in the mirror across the room. A young man covered in blood and crying like never before. Looking back at Shelly he felt a coldness grow over him. The tears stopped, but the sadness that over took him seemed endless. Slowly he fallowed her blood to the desk in the corner. Sliver. Laughing at him.


“You…” He whispered picking up the bloody razorblade. He roll up his shelves and placed the blade on his wrist. Knowing true pain, he felt nothing as the blade made it’s way up his arm. Blood feeling warm and looking oh so red, ran down his fingers on to the floor. He walked over to the bed and laid next to Shelly. He placed the razor between his teeth and moved his head down his arm. A strange, bubbly, laughing feeling grew inside of him. One of almost happiness. He smiled and with the little feeling he had, laced his finger’s with hers.

Just as the world drifted away, he thought he heard Shelly laughing.


No screaming.


The End.

[Lucy]

I found that one to be really dark. It's scary because the suicide of these two is placed in an almost positive light, which could be dangerous for some readers who have contemplated suicide before. I'm one who believes that suicide is never a good thing...but the story was pretty well written.

One flaw though: If the power is out, the phone will still work because it's controlled by the phone company, not the power company. Just thought I'd point that out.

[Violet Twlilight]

Well actually, at the end he hears Shelly screaming...To me that dosen't put it in a good light. I meant for it to be like, when you do hurt yourself, your hurting those who love you, they feel that loss along with gluit that they weren't good enough to help you, make you happy....therefore fallowing her into death was her doing in a way. To me that's a bad thing.

And yes very dark.

About the phone, It wouldn't have any power to work. My phone dosen't work when the power's out because the power is what powers the plug to the phone it's self. It's confussing but yeah I was just going on what I knew.

Thanks for the feedback, though.

[Lucy]

Oh, I get it.

Yes, you're right about the message.

[lostmaiden]

I feel that the two of them were in love, but somehow not on the same track, do you know what I mean? He never talked to her about her problems and she was absorbed by them, since she never felt safe. When I think of her a bird in a cage comes in my mind. And he is the boy admiring the bird's beauty without ever opening the cage.
And you are both right about the phone. There are two kinds. The type that you plug in and the one that gets the energy from the phone company.

[Violet Twlilight]

Thank you for the feedback, Lost.