2/26/2018 0 Comments 6 Word Story Prompt4. I never feared hamsters, until today.
I never feared Hamsters, until today. I actually used to love hamsters. My main problem always has been that my mother would not let me get one. I cried and I begged. I took care of multiple house plants trying to prove I was responsible. I’m sure my mom appreciated my help, but she still never budged on getting me one. I offered to have a hamster be my only Christmas present or my only Birthday present, still nothing. It really blew my mind how anti-hamster she was, but now I fully understand and I wish I would have just listened to her. My best friend was going on vacation and asked me to watch her hamster. As you could imagine I was ecstatic. I had to beg and plead to my mom, but she caved. “How bad could it be” she said “it’ll only be a weekend”. Spoiler alert, it was worse than I ever could have imagined. My friend dropped off her hamster Alan at 3pm on her way to the airport. He was so cute, I still didn’t understand what my mom’s problem was. I played with him for a while and put him in my room and let him wander around in his hamster ball until he was too tired to walk again. So I put the tiny tan fluff ball back into his cage and he snuggle up in the corner of his cage a fell asleep. I went to go tell my mom how amazing having a hamster is and that I totally should be allowed to get one. I swear I have never seen more fear and sorrow in her face than when she said “just wait”. I went back into my room to check on Alan and I noticed that he spelled my name in food. I brushed it off, “I must be seeing things” I thought to myself, but I was tired and it was a long day so I let it slide and let Alan sleep. My mom noticed I wasn’t quite myself and offered to watch a movie with me. I watch the movie until I heard rusting from my bedroom, “that’s weird” I thought, no one could be in my room. I went to check on Alan. He wasn’t there, this time good luck was written on my mirror in lipstick. It was so weird the hamster was so tiny, he couldn't have done that alone. Alone, the hamster was alone right. I had millions of thoughts raising in my head, not aided by a faint chatter of squeaks. Squeaks as in plural. I thought that I must have been psyching myself out. My mom just made them see villanish, they were fine right? WRONG! My mind was going to fast, I was overwhelmed, where is the hamster(s) and how did he write good luck on my mirror and why? I screamed. I wish I could explain how my blood started to feel cold and my head went foggy. I saw out of the corner of my eye a black fluff ball, Alan wasn’t black. I saw out of the corner of my other eye a white ball of fluff, not Alan. Before I knew it I could see at least 2 dozen hamsters. Finally my mother came into my room, pale and sweating she choked the words out ‘RUN!”. I wish I could run like I did that day but the pure adrenaline and fear of my hamster ridden room drove me into olympic quality running. My mom was cursing under her breath saying that she knew this was a bad idea and that hamsters never change. “Never change” I thought to myself, “there must be a backstory here”. “Mom” I squeaked, “is this why you wanted to keep me away from hamsters?”. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. “Yes. You loved them so much I didn’t want to ruin them for you.” I was angry, she should've just told me. I don’t want to love something inherently evil! “You should've just told me!” I said with frustration. She had tears in her eyes and she muttered something indecipherable. “What!” I said curious for an answer. She said “ I used to have a brother.” I had all of the answers I needed. Now I have a new questions, how will I ever go home?
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