Posted by scaroftheraven36
Write a scene where one character shares a highly emotional confession with another, but do not use any dialogue.
Write for 10 minutes and post to comments!
Posted on October 10, 2013, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
We sit down beside each other, hand in hand, and I watch Sam as tears tumble down her tan cheeks. I wipe away her salty tears as she lifts up her sleeve to show me her cuts. I sign to her quickly, knowing she can’t speak back to me through her mouth but with her hands.
I ask her why she did it. She bawls harder, burying her face in her hands. I lift her chin to look at her in her golden yellow eyes. I point down at her fresh cuts and signal the letter “y” to her.
She pushes her warm, salty tears off her face before lowering her sleeve. She signs back to me that Man made her do it. Confused, I ask her who Man is. I’d never heard her talk of someone she deemed Man before. It almost sounds like some kind of childish character. She shakes her head, and I furrow my brow in deeper confusion.
I tell her that she can tell me anything, and that nothing she’ll say will make me mad. She signs back that it’s not my fury that scares her. I try a different approach and ask her how long she’s known Man.
She signs that she’s known him all her life. I sit back, cocking my head to the side as I stare at her tear-stained face. I knew every living relative on her side, as she did with mine. Is Man some kind of predator no one ever knew about?
I ask her where Man is. She bites her lip and points to her temple.
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Cade took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. For a moment, he questioned whether or not he should really tell Erin all of this. After all, they had only met days ago, and under less-than-ideal circumstances. Although they had already formed a relatively close bond, a few days was hardly long enough to know whether or not somebody could be trusted with such sensitive information. But one look into her eyes convinced him that she could be trusted, so he dismissed all doubt.
He started from the beginning; when Carmen died in the car crash. He explained how his father turned to the bottle for comfort, and his mother lost all enthusiasm for her corporate job, ultimately being laid off. Cade also explained how his father resorted to gambling to make money for the family, unable to get another job.
He paused, trying again to collect his thoughts. Erin encouraged him to carry on, reasoning that telling somebody would lift the depression and guilt of…whatever it was he had been hiding from the group. Besides, perhaps she could relate. The latter was not likely, but not impossible either.
Cade picked up where he left off; at the house invasion by the mobster. His father owed him money, and was not making enough to pay his debts in time. Nobody who owed money to a mobster and couldn’t pay up lasted too long.
As Erin listened with increasing concern, Cade told her, word for word, the conversation between his father and the mobster. But it was not long before the mobster grew tired of his excuses and pulled out a gun. Cade told her, with increasing difficulty, about how he grabbed the largest knife he could find in the kitchen; one that would be used to cut watermelon. In suspenseful detail, he told her about how he snuck up behind the man as he came closer and closer to pulling the trigger.
Cade stopped again, questioning whether or not he really wanted to tell the end of the story. However, he saw no point in stopping when he had already told Erin most of it. Reluctantly, he concluded his tale.
The argument between the mobster and Cade’s dad reached a roaring crescendo culminating in a single shotgun blast. In the mirror positioned beyond the doorway, Cade saw his dad fall, having taken a bullet to the head. Consumed by rage, Cade ran toward the mobster, raised his knife in the air…
He choked up as Erin gasped in shock. After yet another pause, he finally concluded the story. The knife wedged itself deep into the man’s neck. He was too shocked to turn the gun on the teenager, and bled to death in mere minutes.
Cade stared at his hands in horror, as if he could see the blood on them. He killed a man that day, and both the police and the mob knew it. Depending on which caught up to him, he would either face the rest of his life behind bars or a premature death. His life had been ruined, and he had nobody to blame but himself.
Oh my goodness, Caleb, that is really good! I’m curious, is it a scene from a book or story of yours, or did you make it up just now?
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