This was a rather short story that I wrote a while ago, while in chat. I'm sure there's a log of it somewhere.
Anyways, here's an edited version.
12:49 It was a darkish and rainy night in a certain place.
12:50 It was almost 1 AM, and a certain child was lying perfectly awake.
12:51 The house was silent and dark, the only exceptions being the pitter-patter of rain and glow of the computer screen.
However, this child was dead.
He was only a lifeless husk as the blood slowly flowed out of his body, staining the sheets and his clothes.
12:53 The body slowly became heavier, and his bed began bending tremendously under the weight of the child
12:53 He continued to bleed until the bed was dripping and soaked
12:54 The bloody sheets wrapped around the body and lifted it up.
12:54 And yet, the chest of the boy was rather heavy.
12:55 His tendons and muscles in his chest began to tear and shred from the inside, like something was pushing through them.
Something had begun to tear through the dead child's flesh and sink to the ground
12:56 Suddenly, a bloody, throbbing mass tore through his chest and fell onto the bed.
12:56 The body seized and crumpled, yet the heart lay there, still beating
12:56 And heavier
12:56 Sinking through the blood-soaked mattress
12:57 cracking the bed frame
and finally landing on the floor.
12:58 The heart bled more and more
12:58 Blood pooled on the floor
12:58 The floorboards slowly began to crack
And the heart began sinking deeper and deeper into the earth
12:59 Until the heart realized
12:59 That is was all alone
12:59 That it had no reason to exist
And then it stopped beating.