One of her eyes was like an emerald, I could see the depth, complimented by her heavy eyelashes and small nose with a barely visible bridge. Her other eye shimmered like the oceans blue, contrasting her dark eyelashes causing me to lose focus for a moment. Her high cheekbones looked as though it had been carved into her by some stupendous artist, I moved down to her beautifully arched mouth, lips slightly parted. Luscious black hair framed her slender face, reaching down just past her waist. She carried two cruel, curved blades. One in each hand, both dripping with a strange yellow, glowing liquid that expanded when it touched anything but her, spreading until the object was completely covered, tightening anything that was trapped within it until it was completely crushed. I stared at the blade for a moment, taking in the sharpness of it; the way it seemed to fit perfectly in her small hand.
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I noticed the hollow of her neck, revealed by her grey t-shirt, covered with streaks of blood, half hidden by her too large jacket, left unzipped as she had hurried to come to me. Her ripped jeans revealed the curves of her legs. The sound of her boots hitting the wooden floor of my room echoed as she sauntered forward to kill me.
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When she reached my bedside, she stopped for a moment to look down at me, into my eyes. Stupidly, I looked back into hers...
The next thing I saw was a young girl that closely resembled the one I had seen in my bedroom, sitting on the floor, drawing animals in a small notebook. She appeared about twelve and looking around, I realized this must be her bedroom. Suddenly, I heard her door open and turned around quickly, only to spot a tall man whom I guessed was the girl's father and apparently, she had noticed him too, quickly shoving her notebook under the bed, she got up and walked over to him.
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"you were supposed to be done half an hour ago, Marianne!" his voice gradually got louder as he spoke. He stepped towards her and raised his arm, I tried to pull him away but found my hands went right through him. Just as he was about to deliver the blow, the scene suddenly changed into a funeral.
I saw Marianne and her father, leaning into each other with tears running down each of their faces, both staring dejectedly at the fresh grave at their feet.
"Poor girl, losing her mother at such a young age..." Someone commented behind them.
"And her father, he must be heartbroken!" Another replied in a hushed voice.
The little girl looked away from the grave for a moment, and I swear... I swear she looked right at me as she bitterly mouthed the words "Why did you kill her... my mom... why? ."
Just as I was about to tell her no, another memory was shown to me.
Again, I saw the girl, Marianne, although this time she was older, 15 or so, wearing a school uniform. the uniform in question consisted of a white shirt, a tie, and some black trousers as well as a dark blazer with a logo on it. As she walked towards what I assumed was her next class, she was stopped by a small group of older students.
"hey, moron," Taunted one of them "Looking for mommy?"
"please stop." She said through her set teeth, staring at the ground as though it would somehow help her escape the situation at hand.
"What's wro-" Another started. He was interrupted by a sharp punch to his stomach. Marianne had been the one who had inflicted said punch, and, by the time he and his friends looked up, she was gone.
The scene shifted again, this time back to my house. My eyes widened as I realized she was still there, watching.
"This is what you do; this is the damage you cause."
"Mari- "
I was dead before I could finish
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(A short story I wrote, already published on my Wattpad.)
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