Unexpected to be killed in cold blood, in the wanna be prom queens bedroom. Her shiny dress , spots of blood now layed on the silky dress , did not match the clean room, stunning vanity , or the aura given by the unexpected murder . “I want to be prom queen , and I’ll do whatever it takes!” The last words the victim heard before she was gracefully nocked to the floor. Making a loud crash. The silenced screamed for itself.
Her head felt cloudy. In a panic state she froze. Flashbacks. Flashbacks filled her mind. The day she swore was a nightmare… was reality. The shadow figure.. the vision… the nightmare… that she now turned to see… standing. Standing right behind her. Viciously, she was grabbed from behind, by the shoulders. She felt as if she was suffocating. The same feeling she felt in her airy throat the last time. The last time this had occurred, She didn’t think it was real, though this time. It felt… more painful. Her head randomly began to leak ruby red liquid which we call blood. She felt as if she was falling. Falling into a bottomless pit. What would she do if… she was actually falling ? It went from suffocating and bleeding out of nowhere to now falling into a pit of night black powder. Where she … would become… what she feared most. What she feared.. was the unknown.
He was running. He felt the sharp rocks and uncomfy grass as he ran through the woods. the ripped up trainers he had were severely torn. He had no car. Just himself. He was out of breathe. Panting heavily.
He was being chased. He thought it was his friend. But he did not know anymore. All he knew was he was alive. All he knew was he was okay; he thought so anyways, causally ignoring the large cut on his knee, that was bleeding rapidly like time. He also ignored the dire bruise on his head. These were both from tripping while running.
He tiredly rubbed his dull brown eyes. He began to focus on figuring where he was. He heard birds tweeting, crickets crawling.
He tried to scan where he was to see if he recognised anything ; it was no luck. unfortunately, There was nothing recognisable in his poor little sight. His hair blew in the wind. Getting in his eyes. He shook his head irritated and anxiously.
He was lost. He was lost, alone. He had a bulky, thick, magnanimous branch in his hand. He angrily snapped it, the branch made a loud crack nose loud as wood splints came out. He forcefully threw it and started started screaming. “This is what happens when you get chased” he screeched.You could he the frustration in his voice, and see it in his eyes. “SHIT!!” He yelled. It echoed. He knew he was alone…
“She’s not who she says she is” She isn’t. On her wedding day mascara running down her face. Her beautiful wedding dress was white and elegant. The girl could feel the suspicious aura lurking. Whispers filled the room as they saw. They noticed. Very quickly noticed. The bright crimson like red patches of blood hidden beneath the ruffles. The lady began to smile and people realised someone was tragically missing from the wedding. The husband wasn’t showing up. The grin of the bride grew bigger and bigger. And she turned and faced the crowd and said “he said I wouldn’t, that’s why I did it don’t look at me like that!” She starts to manically laugh and questions “I’m not insane, am I?” “You think I’m normal don’t you?” After she manically ran out and was never to be seen in the light of day again, someone mumbled to themselves. “She’s not who she says she is” “ I thought she was nothing like that”
It was cloudy, it was getting dark. The time the beautiful ; dangerous lady emerges from the water, and perfectly picks her unlucky little target. She peers her hawk eyes just above the waters calm surface, out of sight. There’s a girl, a worried looking girl, a young looking girl. Long silky purple hair that reached her knees. She was fairly small and was holding onto her teddy bear with a firm grip, cautiously looking around the area for her parents. She was scared. She felt a presence. She wanted a hug. She wanted someone, her parents but not the ghost like lady who is soon to take over. The lady’s eyes turn from a beautiful blue to a deep crimson red colour in seconds. The lady grabbed the opportunity with a harsh grasp. She possessed the little girl. The little girls eyes turned the same crimson red as the dangerous yet lucky ladies was. All of a sudden the poor little child is walking towards the edge of the wooden plank. She was now near the edge. The possessed girl out of a forceful tragedy went “let’s go for a swim!” And was forced a grin. She leaped into the lake, the evil lady knew the girl couldn’t swim. As the girl began to try and swim she sank, she drowned. The ocean was a motionless serene bottomless pit… the lady is now done possessing her and leaves her body and back into her own.
It’s late at night. The cars outside are peacefully driving by, milo can feel the breeze through the open window.He lays there sadly looking lost at the ceiling. He doesn’t want to be there. He doesn’t want to be at hospital. Then all of a sudden he sees a patient that is asleep, sleep talking. Milo feels uneasy and grips on to his blanket. Then the sleeping patient says something unbelievable. Milo In pure shock begins to panic. “That’s why I’m here!” Milo snapped to himself. He put me here through pain..
Slowly, As Milo entered the gloomy little world of death he felt as if he was being lifted. the weight took of his shoulders. He felt at home, he felt safe with death near… for once he felt at home. His baby blue eyes shone, he felt pained; he liked it. He never wanted to leave the rush of adrenaline he got from entering this wonderful wicked world of death. City of death… Dearly loved death
