The Unfamiliar Door

She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took another deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, then opened it. To her horror, she saw what remained of her former lover on the cabin floor.

His body was severed into pieces, cut at the wrists, shoulders, feet, knees, torso, and neck. The body parts were displayed as if he were in the middle of doing a jumping jack, stretched out in every direction. His eyes were cut out and placed into the center of his outstretched palms. Dried blood was everywhere. The stench was unbearable.

Erika shivered and dropped the keys to the floor. With her hands over her mouth, she slowly crouched onto the floor and let out a silent shriek. Suddenly she heard voices and footsteps.

“What was that,” asked a voice outside the cabin. Erika didn’t want to wait to see who it was. She scrambled up and made for the door, turning to glance at Henry one last time before she sprinted out into the forest.

She knew who had done this to Henry. She knew why he was killed and she knew why it had been done so gruesomely. He didn’t deserve to die like that. She didn’t deserve to lose him, to see him sliced apart. It was meant as a message. A message she fully understood.

She raced to the path next to the river where her johnboat was hidden. Quickly, she pulled the boat into the water and started the engine. Pushing the throttle forward she gazed at the water as she raced against the current. She felt a tear running down her cheek. How could they do this to him? she thought, We were so close to being finished.

She wiped the tear away from her cheek and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed a number and brought the phone to her ear. After two and a half rings she heard someone answer.

“Vicky, Henry’s dead. I’m on the way to dad’s old cabin, bring the key to the lockbox and meet me there.” A moment passed and she hung up the phone, placing on the seat next to her.

Erika knew what she had to do now and she knew how she was going to do it and who was going to help her. It wasn’t going to be easy or clean or forgivable. But those motherfuckers killed Henry she thought, and they shouldn't do that.

The sunset was orange and red as it fell through the trees and bounced off the water. The johnboat cutting through the colors as it sped up the river to her late father’s cabin. Erika gripped the wheel tightly, her knuckles white with fear. Her eyes red with rage.

I was laid off due to quarantine so I am taking a creative writing course online to help pass the time and this assignment was to write nonstop for 10 minutes and then edit and revise. I was given the first two and a half lines and had to go from there. This is what came from that. If you don’t mind give me a grade and/or feedback. Toodles.