They deserved it. They all deserved it. That’s what she kept telling me, she wouldn’t leave me alone, she was like my shadow, always there. Her teeth dripping with fresh blood. We met a bad man down a dark alleyway, she stabbed him in the chest and bit off all the fingers on his left hand. She said it was a sin, that the left hand was evil, that she was saving him, cleansing him. The moon was high in the sky, casting a creepy shadow on everything. My best friend skipped along beside me, humming a tune I didn’t recognise. It sounded sinister in the moonlight. I heard sirens in the distance, my best friend jumped. They were looking for us. They had come to take us back to the bad place. I didn’t want to go back. I couldn’t go back. It was scary and white, too white. Bright. Blinding. I screamed as she took over my soul, enveloping me in darkness. I could not see, I could not breathe, the darkness was everywhere.
And then the black turned red. Red like the eyes of my best friend. My best friend giggled and pulled out the sharp metal, she ran, and slashed, and cut, her bare feet swimming in their warm blood. She cut out a bad mans eyes and laughed as he ran around blindly.
My best friend.
He couldn’t see her.
He couldn’t see anything now.
