Please add onto my story. In the story the girl keeps reliving her families death. Each time getting more and more intense.
Prompt for the next part of the story- the girl will get dress and walk to the park. There she will relive seeing her family get killed by her younger self.
The first thing I remember is being under something.
Something heavy.
Yet somehow soft. It was kinda comforting, but only for a split second. Until a sudden bright light is shown onto my face. Squinting my eyes I use my left hand to shield my face from the brightness of which was the sun.
“Five more minutes Minty…please,” I say mumbling softly as I try to fall asleep again, but Minty wouldn’t let me. My blanket flew off of my body and my bed tilted so that I’d fall face-first into the ground. Exhaling I sat up and leaned against the bed. I bowed my head and said my morning prayers. Smiling softly she pats the floor 3 times
“Thank you for leaving me Minty…most orphan girls would love to be left some money, but you know something is better than nothing”
Exhaling once more I slowly rose up and stretched my back cracking as I turned my body to the left. Walking towards my closet I pulled my hair into a ponytail. As i reach for my favorite red sundress suddenly my blue sundress is pushed into my view. Tilting my head I smile softly
“You got Taste Minty”
Grabbing the dress I head into the bathroom. As I place my dress onto the counter the shower turns on and I slowly strip to get in.
After my shower and I get dress I walk down my hallway and slide down my stairway railing. Landing smoothly on my feet I heard towards the kitchen. As I head to the pantry Minty slides a bowl down the counter just in time for me to pour my cereal into my bowl. Grabbing my milk I slowly pour my milk into the bowl. Grabbing a spoon I slide into a seat by a window that overviews the lake behind my house.
Smiling softly small images of my family and I crossed my mind. Little me jumped into the lake and my brother Jimmy joined me not long after. My mother was trying to fight off my father who was trying to push her into the water.
Now all four of us were in the water. Laughing and smiling together. One big happy family.
My smile grew a little has I watched younger me slowly get out of the water. She turned around and waved at me. She had a frown on her face and started shaking her head as she started screaming. Turning my attention back towards my family I couldn’t see them. Standing up I rushed to the window and placed a hand on the glass.
A hand could be seen coming out of the water. Reaching for the sky. It was my father. He was drowning. I rushed to the screendoor and tried to open the door, but it was locked. I shook the door 3 times before rushing back towards the window. My father was gone.
Very slowly my mother's body could be seen floating towards the top of the lake.
Stepping back some I touched my heart. My eyes scanned the backyard for my brother.
“Where are you” I say to myself trying to find my younger brother terrified for his life.
Finally spotting him I see him playing with my younger self. I only got a split second of relief before I saw my younger self push his head into the water. Despite him trying to fight her she holds down onto him and before she lets him slip off into the lake.
My mind goes blank
The first thing I remember is being under something.
Something heavy.
Guilt.
The guilt weighed on me like a ton of bricks, crushing me with the realization that I had been unable to save my family. Tears streamed down my face as I relived the horrifying scene over and over again in my mind. I could hear their screams echoing in my ears, haunting me with the memories of their final moments.
Unable to bear the weight of the pain any longer, I stumbled out of the house and towards the park. The sun was shining brightly, casting a harsh light on the world around me. The park was deserted, the playground equipment standing eerily still in the silence.
As I walked towards the lake in the center of the park, a sense of dread washed over me. I knew what was coming, but I couldn't stop it. I reached the edge of the water and saw the reflection of my younger self standing there, a sinister smile on her face.
I watched in horror as she reenacted the events that had led to my family's demise. My heart raced as I relived the pain and loss all over again. The sound of my mother's screams, the sight of my father struggling to stay afloat, the image of my brother being pushed under the water - it all played out before my eyes like a cruel nightmare.
I fell to my knees, unable to bear the weight of the guilt and grief any longer. The tears flowed freely as I cried out in despair, the memories consuming me entirely. And as I looked up at my younger self, filled with hatred and rage, I knew that I would never escape the cycle of reliving my family's tragic end. The park, once a place of joy and innocence, had become my personal hell. And I was trapped in it forever.