!!This is not following given prompt!! I just like dark stuff and wanted to share my writing The girl in white was stood behind me. Glaring with those crimson eyes, each look a dagger in my soul. "What do you want?" I blurted. "If you're here to stop me it's too late! I have enough blood on my hands." These same hands trembled as they clutched the knife that had once tormented my soul, knowing what I needed to do yet never having the will. I would never rid myself of the stains, etched into my skin for eternity yet I still shrank into a child when faced with what I'd done. What a fool. The girl didn't blink. Her feet stayed, planted firmly into the carpet as she wavered in the air, like a ghostly silhouette. Then just for a moment, I felt the warmth of the home I once had, and I swear to god my heart stopped. "What do you want? Go away!" I began to blub, my voice breaking off, how was it that my once gentle hands had committed such atrocities? The same hands I'd used to wash the dishes, to stroke the neighbour's cat, to read my little ones to sleep, these hands coated in sin had behaved with such innocence and yet now you'd never imagine. The little girl, no older than twelve seemed to rattle me so much. She didn't have to scream, or fall at my feet and sob, her silence, and those ungodly eyes were enough. "I said what do you want?" The knife met her throat, that white skin looked so soft. "You can cut it if you like. It won't do anything." Her whispers seemed to travel through my body and straight to my head, the room fell cold. "Human's run the risk of eternal damnation yet still choose the wrong path, when it's been so clearly laid out for you. So now you pay the price." Her voice began to echo through the room, my body too stiff to run. That's when I fell weak, and suddenly the pressure was crushing me as I lay in agony, flailing yet no sound emerging from my throat, no one would hear my screams.