Story a day: Day twenty-six


We have nearly reached the end of the story a day challenge. However, I have got hold of the prompt for day twenty-six and it is:

The prompt

Write a story designed to elicit specific emotions in the reader

I am not sure what emotion I would be best at invoking in the reader as I have tried my hand at pretty much anything. Mind you, I am going to give this one a go. The emotion that I want to elicit is going to remain a secret and you can tell me in the comments what do you think it is. That way, I wonder whether or not it works 🙂

Enjoy!

He was sitting quietly on the end of his bed. Andy was well aware that he was in trouble because his parents had driven home from the school without uttering a word. They did not need to tell him to go to his room because he just went quietly at the stairs as soon as he reached his house.

Now he was listening to the house giving off the usual creaks and groans that old buildings tend to. There was no way that he had meant what had happened. John was his friend, and there was no way that he wanted to cause any pain.

Tears slid down his face as he realised that was exactly what he had done. There was nothing that Andy wanted more than to turn back time. The actions had been stupid and reckless, but the boys had learnt that the hard way. Poor John. Lying in a hospital bed because Andy had been sure that he knew how to recreate a scene from a movie day had watched the night before.

Andy was lucky John had not died.

Yet.

There was no putting it off any longer. Andy picked himself up from the end of the bed and took a deep breath as he walked out of the room. He was going to have to face his parents and try to explain what had happened. There was nobody else to blame but himself and he knew that all of the guilt would forever be on his young shoulders.

He was walking down the staircase when he heard his parents having a whispered conversation. Andy knew it was incredibly bad to eavesdrop, but it was something he could not help doing as he stayed on the staircase.

“I just can’t believe that this has happened.” He listened to his mother speaking and wished that he could agree with her. It had all been so fast.

“If I had thought the movie would have caused this I would never have shown it.” His father was blaming himself. The only person at fault was Andy. John may have agreed to go along with the thing but at the end of the day, it had all been Andy’s idea. If anybody should have been hurt it was Andy himself.

Just as he was going to go and tell this to his father he heard the next line. “I have no idea how we are going to tell him about John.”

Andy froze on the spot instantly assuming that they were going to have to tell him that he had killed his best friend. There was no way that he was ever going to be able to live with that. He hastily retreated up the stairs, but instead of going into his room he found himself stumbling towards his parent’s bedroom. He walked towards the photo of them smiling in happier times.

He picked it up and went back to his own room. There was no way that he was going to finish the day by making a mess in his parent’s bedroom. He was staring at the picture with the tears flowing freely as he wastes that gun that he had taken from his father’s gun cabinet and pulled the trigger.

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