Elizabeth's POV
Tears streamed down my face, burning, as the mascara and eyeliner ran into my eyes. I didnt care though, anything to stop the intense pain in my chest, like my heart was being ripped in two, but how could it since that had already happened that morning, that horrible, horrible morning.
I ran down the stairs, more like fell, hoping to stop the pain, by gorging myself on the triple chocolate cake with hershey kisses on top, that was in the fridge. Grabbing a piece, big enough to be a cake itself I made my way over to the cutelry draw to get a fork. As I opened the draw, something very shiny caught my eye, a large knife, durable enough to go straight through bone. Grabbing it with the fork, I went and sat down at the counter, mesmerised. I stabbed the fork through the cake, tore a piece off, and shoved it in my mouth, chewing vicously, all the while staring at the knife.
There was just no way to explain it. It was perfect, all the little designs etched into the blade, a weird tribal symbol, just seemed to go perfect with the black handle, a work of art. I finishedthe cake.The handle seemed to be made for my hand, not having to hold it to hard, yet not slipping out of my grip. I walked up the stairs and into my room.
I twirled the handle, watching as the blade whipped through the air, sharp, and precise. I watched the lights flick on and off of it, and giggled, which turned into a cackling laugh, breaking the silence. I whipped around, scared as it echoed through the house. It sounded maniatriac as it rang out, there was no way a sound like that could come out of me. I peered around, trying to find the phsyco who made that sound, and saw eyes glinting in the dim light. I took a step closer, holding my knife with the blade facing back, figuring that way it would be easier to slash at the freak stalking me. As I got closer and closer, I realized it was my dark eyes reflecting in the mirror, some hidden emotion glinting in their steel gray depths.
I gasped as I saw myself in the mirror, my black hair was limp looking, tangled. My ghostly face, gaunt, with black streaks running down my cheeks, I looked like I hadnt slept in weeks. My gray eyes were hollow and cold, execpt for that emotion that I just couln't place. My clothes, all black, were torn and wrinkled. I looked like a maniac, a freak, a physco.
I was not.
I was not.
I WAS NOT.
I shook my head, all the while stumbling back, running into the wall. I was none of those things. I was just a heartbroken girl, not some crazy. My hair whipped back and forth, along with my head. How could I be any one of those things, I asked myself. I was sane, I was right in my mind. A physco was insane, not me.
I drew back the knife and threw, hitting my target straight on. No way a crazy person could do that, right? I slowly walked up to the knife, and a giggle slipped through my lips at how perfect the throw was. I howled with laughter, clutching my sides, gasping. As the laughter slowly died away, I stood up straight, and gazed lovingly at my target.
I stroked his face, missing the feel of his skin against mine. I missed his lips caressing mine. I missed him.
Slowly, not taking my eyes from his, I dragged my knife down my arm, feeling the warmth make its way down. I kept my eyes on his face, while I dipped my finger into the precious rubies of life, then dragged my finger along the wall. I gasped a little as I realized that it was the tribal symbol on the wall, only with a disfigured heart in the middle.
As my gaze landed on his face again, rage swept through me, darkening my soul. I ripped the knife out, not wanting him to be anywhere near it, he shouldnt be aloud to even be close to the beauty, the perfectness of it. I sneered at him.
He would pay for all he had done to me, he would pay dearly. After that, we could be together forever. I sighed, and stroked his face once more. We would be seeing each other soon. Very, very soon. Until then, I would have to be content with this. Smearing the last bit of blood I had on my fingers on to my lips, I leaned down, and kissed him, hoping he would be able to feel it from this far away, feel all the feelings I had for him, red stained his cheek.
Twirling my blade again, I smoothed the picture back, where the rip was. He deserved it, I told myself. The red soaked through his forehead, bleeding, from my blood red wall, only one shade lighter, than my actual blood. I gave him one last kiss. I twirled the knife again, looking at the tear, X marks the spot, see? There was no way I could be crazy.
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