Broken Heart and ShadowsEmily's bloody hands trembled and terror sent a shiver of cold dread down her spine. She was engulfed in the shadows of the dark room, which had just grown darker. Her broken heart thumped in her chest loudly, threatening to burst into dark fragments of pain. She had done. Emily Gale Roberts had just killed her ex boyfriend.
(Three Hours Earlier)
"Why? Why, Conner?!" I shrieked, tears spilling numbly out of my cheeks. Pain shattered my heart and left a bitter taste in my mouth. I gripped the table which was next to me tightly, until my knuckles turned white.
"Emily, I said I was sorry!" Conner spat, his face red and angry. I shook my head, 'sorry' wasn't going to put my heart back together like a puzzle. Just looking at his handsome figure made my heart ache with hurt. But my mind blazed with hatred. He lied to me. He cheated on me! I grabbed a nearby vase and through it at him. He dodged it by less than an inch and his eyes widened.
"Sorry won't make me feel any better now!" I hissed, my tears stopping their flow. He backed away wearily, putting up his hands. "Sorry won't change what I saw just five minutes ago!"
"E-em, I didn't mean to, I swear!" He stammered, his anger quickly fading and turning to fear. Furry blurred my vision and my thoughts were darkened. The cracks in my heart were filled with anger. "E-emily?"
"You really didn't mean to?" I asked quietly. He didn't answer, as if speaking would end his life. "Well, I didn't mean to do this!" I grabbed a book from his bookshelf and flung it at his head. It his him square between the eyes and his legs gave away, causing him to crumple to the floor.
"What are you doing?!" A voice screamed. Venessa, the girl I saw in bed with Conner, we kneeling down over him. She shot me a look of horror and reached for her cellphone which was bulging out of her tight skinny jeans.
"Don't you dare." I growled, giving her an icy stare. A small voice inside of me shrieked with protest. 'What are you doing?!' it was yelling. 'Have you gone crazy?!' But the dark side of me ignored it. I knew deep down, I didn't want to do this. But my heart was telling me I had to get revenge. "Leave him here. And you'd better get out of here before I do something terrible."
Venessa trembled and she stood, before quickly running out of the room. I heard the front door open and slam shut. What a coward. I heard a murmur from the limp body of Conner and I stared down at him coldly. His eyes shot open and he stared at me. He scrambled to his feet, shaky.
"Go to your room, and don't come out." I whispered. He gave me a frightened glance before quickly running down the hall. I had him trapped in his own house.
(Back To Pesent)
Emily knew she had planned what she had done. She knew her bloody hand and the lifeless body of Conner before her was all part of the plan. But she was shaking in terror. Guilt ripped a hole in her heart and more tears rushed from her eyes. 'What have you done?' The tiny voice inside her whispered. But it repeated itself. 'What have you done?' 'What have you done?'. It gradually grew louder until it reached a horrifying scream. 'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!'. Emily didn't realize she was screaming this to herself out loud. She didn't know she was burying herself in the corner of the dark room. She was going crazy with guilt.
"What have you done?" She whispered to herself. Suddenly, a manic laugh escaped her mouth. "What have I done?" She giggled eerily. She reached for a pair of scissors in a table beside her. She stabbed her eyes. Pain rammed into her scull. She loved it. Emily didn't know that she was going crazy, insane. But the insanity left a sweet taste in her mouth. "What have you done?" She giggled again. She snipped off all of her hair until she was bald except for a few uneven patches. She sealed her eyelids shut with a needle and thread. The blood dripped down her cheeks like tears and seeped into her mouth and onto her tongue. She loved the tangy taste. She licked her bloody hands and suddenly started craving more blood.
"I'm coming for you Venessa." She whispered. She leaped out of the window and into the tree's.
(A Year Later)
Venessa was in her bed, sleeping peacefully. Until she woke to an eerie whisper. 'What have you done?' It asked quietly. She tried to ignore it, rolling over in her bed. But it grew louder. 'What have you done?!" It asked manically. Venessa pulled the covers up to her chin and squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
"I WANT YOUR BLOOD!!!" The voice cried. Venessa screamed, before it was quickly cut off.
Now imagine your in your room, sitting on your laptop. Your parents are already asleep and you should be going to bed. But that's when you hear a tiny voice. 'What have you done?'