Guts Scream Novels & Stories

A loud, painful scream rent the air: "Ahhhhh!!"

I want to move but my legs had been turned to mush. An itch claw at my throat and I strained to scratch it. It hurt, as it felt like my vocal cords were drying up. Like that wasn't enough, I could see the eyball moving towards me, one inch closer taking me to my early grave. In the blink of an eye, the eyeballs rushed at me. I screamed my lungs out and everywhere went pitch black.

I felt the car stop and I thought that it was because of the traffic light. The first thing that welcomed us was the arrogant face of that jerk, Stefan. Even his name sounds awful and smells like poop. Alright, it didn’t have a connection, but who cares? I was on the verge of rolling my eyes at him when I felt the fingers of Gaylene on my back. I thought he would put it just like that, but he didn’t.

I lock eyes with them, and for some reason, my stomach churns and guilt consumes me. I take a few slow deep breaths but quickly find it not helping as my discomfort grows. My heart clenches and a stabbing pain hits me right in the stomach then my heart. I drop to my knees, clutching my chest, digging at the fabric, tearing it from my body. A piercing scream escapes me as my headaches from Cerberus howl inside my head. I fall to my side and curl into a ball, taking tiny, short breaths as breathing becomes harder and harder. I look at my chest once more, but there is no visible wound.

He let out a panicked, gut-wrenching scream. "NO! FREYA!"

Ava Two things happen in that very instant. The first is that I scream. Loudly. I scream so loud that my eardrums rupture and the eardrums of others at least a thousand miles away do the same. I scream so loudly that my throat burns from the stretch, and my father —or should I say ex-father—and Antonio reel back from the volume. The second is that I realise that my mouth hasn't moved an inch for the entirety of my scream fest and my father is watching me, accessing me for a reaction he knows I'm currently trying to keep under wraps.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the people around them, only one scream was heard, more than a scream, it was a scream of pain, of great pain. -NOOO, NOOO! END.

A scream tore out of my chest. "Stop the fucking car!"

Golfe say. I scream more and I scream harder, but they turn back to their conversation. My head falls as tears fill my eyes. Why can no one hear me scream?