My eyes slowly peeled open as I shifted in my bed. My room was dimly lit and abnormally warm. I took a deep breath before I slowly sat up. Looking around, I noticed that my stuff was on a neat pile on the ground and my back pack was leaned up against the side of my bed. What happened? Did I fall asleep?
Connor.
"Shit," I cursed under my breath as I shot out of my bed and threw on my soft blue robe. I dashed down stairs as fast as I could, getting a little dizzy on the way down. His shoes were still at the door, but where was he? I looked around the small area trying to make sense of where he was.
"Connor?" I said softly surprised. He was standing in the kitchen by the sink holding some of the dirty dishes my mom refused to wash, "what are you still doing here? Or why? I meant why."
"I saw the note your mom left you, and uh, I didnt want to leave, I wanted to make sure you were alright first."
"God, Connor, it's nine o'clock," I said tiredly, it felt as if it was five just seconds ago, "go home, you didnt have to-"
"I washed your dishes and windows." He blurted out. I think I stared at him for a little bit.
"Hu? You what?"
"I uh, cleaned your dishes and windows."
"Connor! God why did you do that?" He shrugged before rubbing his shoulders.
"I just thought I could help."
"Connor, thank you, but really, you're the guest, you're not supposed to be doing that kind of stuff. I mean, as far as I know, I'm the one supposed to be serving you. Oh God you must be hungry. I'm so sorry, I can make you something if you'd like-"
I silenced myself as he took a could steps towards me. I felt like I couldn't move, like I was paralyzed by him.
"Cybele, it's ok, really." His voice sent shivers up my spine. How could I hate him so much, yet be ready to do as he says?
I slowly nodded in a daze.
"O-ok." He slowly nodded before pulling me into a hug. My first instinct told me to scream and kill him, kill all of him and his entire race, but yet it was comforting. The darkness within me gurgled up before going silent and scampering away in the farthest corner of my mind, leaving me to think my own thoughts and be the small person I was. My second instinct was to embrace what I had while I had it. So that's what I did.
"Do you want me to stay a little longer? Since, you know, your mom won't be home?"
"N-no, I'll be ok thank you."
"You sure? Do you need me to pick you up any food for the weekend?"
"I think I will manage."
"Ok, well, I guess I'll be on my way-"
"Thank you," I blurted out, "Thank you for um, staying, and doing the project with me."
He gave me a small smile before chuckling, "you know that part of the project was extra credit you know." My face heated up with anger and disgust.
"You little piece of shit!" I screamed and pounded on his chest, "I hate you I hate you I hate you!" All he could do was laugh. That little fucker had it coming for him.
"Calm down Cybele, I know you like extra credit stuff."
"Shut up," I growled playfully as I punched his arm.
"Ow, damn girl, you sure do have a powerful swing."
"It's from my years of practicing."
"Where did you practice?" I was silent for a moment.
"That's a story for another time."
He nodded his head, "fair enough."
I nodded my head in return and looked out the window. The storm had ended and all that was left was a dark night sky.
"It looks like it stopped raining."
"Indeed," We were silent for some time again, "so you don't need-"
"No, I am good. I promise." I hadn't said that in such a long time. I had forbid myself from saying that horrid word. It just brought back all the bad memories from the night Ben had died. I promised them it wasn't my fault, I promised that it wasn't me, I promised them everything, only I was denied.
"Ok then, I'll be on my way then," he slowly made is way to the door and put on his shoes. He grabbed his back pack and slung it on his back before turning to me, "is it ok if I drop by tomorrow to check on you?"
"Um," I thought for a second, "I guess it wouldn't hurt." He smiled and nodded his head slipping his shoes and coat on.
"Ok, sleep well Cybele." He smiled and waved before turning his back to me. Once he pulled his car out of the driveway, I smiled back and waved to him as he drove out of the drive way. Once he was gone, I closed the door and made sure to lock it twice.
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After I had turned off all of the lights, I scanned the living room one last time, just to be sure. I then slowly made my way up the stairs and into my warm room. I collapsed down on my bed and quickly crawled under the covers. I had a long day and I most certainly deserved the break. Not only was today long, it was more stressful than I could imagine.
With the last moments of my awareness, I saw a dark figure in the tree out side of my window before I passed out in my bed once more.
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I couldn't have been out for more than a couple minuets.
There was commotion all around me.
Flashing lights were in and out of the room.
My head was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up.
So I did.
I emptied what little I had in myself out on the ground below me and gagged at the acidic taste.
"She's awake."
"The killer is awake!" A female voice screeched.
Wh-what? I-I'm not a killer. What are they talking about?
"Wh-what?" I looked up at the unfamiliar people around me. Everything was slow and hazy. Their mouths moved at a slow pace. Little to no sound came out of their mouths.
"Miss, we understand that you are in a lot of shock right now, but what we need from you is to stay calm," some one said to me. They probably had to repeat it once or twice noticing my inability to comprehend sounds and words at the moment. A man grabbed me by my arm and hauled me up on my feet. I swayed slightly and looked around at the familiar scene around me. Something heavy and cold was sitting in my hand as I walked over to the couch. I held up the gun as I walked over to the couch.
The gun.
My mouth gaped open and my face twisted with fear. Tears pooled in my eyes as I slowly loosened my grip on the gun. No, no it wasn't me, I know for a fact it wasn't me. Swallowed screams exited my throat as I panted hard. I felt like my world had ended, that there was nothing left for me now. Now that Ben was gone, I didnt know what to do with my life anymore. I guess people really mean it when they say anything can happen in a flash. My heart contorted and felt very weak and unstable as I was slowly sat down by one of the police officers. I couldn't comprehend the fact that Ben was dead before me. His body carefully placed in a bag and hauled away. I wanted to so desperately reach out for him and breath his life back into him, as I believed that CPR would bring him back to my world.
Only reality didn't stop for anyone.
It was then I realized that something was off, something was wrong. I know for a fact that I didn't kill Ben. I may not know what exactly happened, but I know I saw her, and it wasn't me.
Rage flooded my head and I could think of nothing more than finding who killed my love and who took his life away from me. I wanted revenge, and at this point, I would do anything to get it. She looked just like me in the mirror, like a carbon copy. Same facial structure, same hair, same skin tone. Who was she? And where did she go to hide her little ass. I swear I will find her one day, and when I do, I promise that all chaos will let loose. I could feel a dark blanket come across my mind, like it was covering my commonsense and my sanity. It felt cold and evil, but with it came an immense amount of power and comfort. I could feel the darkness coursing in my blood. I could hear the screams of a thousand demons in my head, waiting to gain some sort of control. Whether it be my arm or my leg, my head or my heart, they wanted whatever I would give them. But alas they got none.
I had never felt this need to destroy, this need for revenge and all other things evil. I don't know what made me feel like this, but I do now.
"Miss, do you think you could tell us what happened here?"
"Where is she," I said almost demonically.
"Where is who Miss?"
"Where is she." I repeated.
"I don't think I quite understand you Miss, who are you looking for?"
It was then I noticed a cold liquid drip down my throat. It tasted bitter and sour, like a fermented lemon. It was thick like molasses and moved slow like a snail. The liquid gurgled up and into my mouth and came out through my clenched jaw. It began to drip on my clothes and hands. No one reacted to the heavy liquid falling out of my mouth. It was almost as if it was invisible to everyone but me. I almost believed that there was something wrong with me. The only thing that kept my mind out of the gutter, was the soothing whispers of demonic voices in the back of my head. That's when I knew that I was ok, and that this was the new me.
My heart suddenly felt whole again, but this time filled with something a little more toxic. It was like it was wrapped in a cold blanket of comfort. It hushed my quiet cries and held me so close. I no longer felt alone. I now had something to love in my life. This demonic, evil being inside of me was my new lover who I was now glued to. I didn't have a choice to leave, I had to stay, and I happily did.
In the mirror across from the couch, the same mirror she was in, I could see my eyes slowly turn into a pitch black. I cocked my head to the side and gave myself a longer look trying to make something of my appearance. The heavy layer of black slowly began to diminish. The only thing that had remained of the deathly color, was a thin layer that had seemed to dilute in my eyes. The last of it seemed to swim around, as if it were trying to escape. Then, they were gone.
"Miss, we are going to have to bring you to the police station, as of now, you are under arrested. You have the right to remain silent."
I was slowly stood up from the couch and walked over to the police car by a very strong man. My hands were bent behind my back in cuffs as I walked on the lush grass of Ben's front yard. Something felt off, something still felt very off, more off than I could explain in a humane way. I looked around the chaotic yard but I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary.
But just because I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary, doesn't mean I didn't see the luscious smirk of a blond girl staring at me from across the yard.
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I shot up in my bed panting hard. Sweat poured down my face as I curled up hugging my knees. I have so many memories that haunt me with every fiber in my body. How I hated them. I can't even begin to explain how much I hated them. Taking slow deep breaths, I finally calmed down and laid back down in bed. I pulled the covers back up and over my body and snuggled deeper into the dark abyss. Whatever happened tomorrow, I just hoped that it would be a normal day. My eyes slowly drifted shut as I fell into a light sleep once again.