Once there was a girl who was more than talented but beautiful in many peoples eyes. Her hair was strawberry blonde and her eyes where lime green. She grew up happy and wonderful, with 'fast fingers', a quick mind and a charm that impressed everyone- including strangers. Everyone adored her: Parents, teachers, schoolmates- they all admired her. Even the weird mark on her shoulder seemed like a gift, it was shaped like a heart- from my eyes anyway. This is not her story. Unless you count the part where I killed her.


3. Chapter 2

I pushed the hair behind my ears, I could hear faint footsteps. I frantically looked around hoping it was just my imagination. "Who's there?" I asked dumbly as I looked around, eyes half opened. 
"I know who you are." A voice suddenly said. 
"So what?" I said trying to defend myself.
"You just had to kill her didn't you?!" The voice suddenly shouted.
"I don't know what your talking about!" I screeched back.
"Don't lie. Where is she then? Where's my little girl?!" 
"Hang on, you're-" The guy suddenly came from behind me.
"Yeah. I'm her Dad and you don't know who your dealing with love." The guy threatened.
"I don't know where she did you find me?" 
"Well, I haven't stopped looking for Jessica have I? Then all of a sudden I come across you. At least I can get answers out of ya'." 
"I already told you, I don't know where she went and I assure you I have nothing that you want." 
"Well there is something." He said as he came less than a foot away from me. "You can deny it as much as you want but I know you did hurt Jessica. Killed...probably. And now it's your turn to suffer." 
"Leave me alone." I said as I looked up at him. He looked at me in horror. "What is it?" I said stepping back.
"Your eyes. They're red." He stuttered.
"What do you think your talkin' about?" I knew I looked scared. Who wouldn't be? I knew he wasn't lying, it was just the look he gave me. 
"What is it? Some kinda game?!" He asked frustrated. 
"No. I don't even know what your talking about!" 
"Leave her alone." I heard another man say to the side of me. He had light brown hair, freckled and had dark brown eyes followed with jeans and a casual jacket.
"And who's this then? Is he in on it?" Jessica's Dad asked.
"No. Who the fuck are you?" I asked the man with light brown hair.
"The names Harrison." He said smiling. I smiled back trying not to be impolite but in my head I was saying 'I don't really want a party in my hiding place, thanks.'
"Cant you just leave me be? Why can't you just trust that I'm telling the truth? " I asked the Dad. 
"Who would ever trust a killer?!" 
"I didn't mean to kill her." I said whilst a tear ran down my cheek.
"Then you admit it." I shrugged my shoulders as a response. In my head I can just picture him just leaving me. Then he did leave. He sunk into the ground.......just like Jessica. I fell the ground holding my head crying. "You alright?!" Harrison asked whilst bending down. I quickly looked up at him. The tint of rubbed skin covered my eyes and strands of my hair stuck to my face. "He was right about your eyes being red." He told me.
"What's happening to me?" I asked him even though I knew he wouldn't have the answer. "I..I don't have a clue." 
"Then why haven't you ran off yet? Aren't you scared I'm suddenly gonna make you sink into the ground or inflict pain onto your pale skin?" 
"I'm not scared. I can see your a nice person and I can see that your confused." 
"I didn't make it that obvious did I?" I asked sarcastically trying to forge a smile. 

"Why are you here?" I asked suspiciously. 
"I was just walking through here then all of a sudden I saw you and him threatening you and I thought I might as well help." I looked into his eyes. He was lying. I didn't question it though, I wanted someone to talk to. "Do you know who I am?" I asked worriedly.
"No." He lied. 
"I guess you'll be leaving." I said whilst sitting down.
"I'll stay with you if you want. It must be lonely sitting out here by yourself." 
"Thanks." I told him whilst he sat down next to me.
"So why are you out here by yourself?" He asked.
"I don't wanna talk about it." I said looking down at my muddy shoes.
"Come on, I just saw whatever that was, I'm intrigued." He said with a slight smile on his face.
"I don't know who you are." I told him.
"I see." He then walked off. I couldn't be bothered to stop him, it was kinda weird having him near me anyway. 

There was something strange about him. He didn't seem normal. He acted suspicious, I only know that he was lying because of the way he looked when he said it. 

I ran home crying and slammed my bedroom door. "What is it?!" My Dad shouted up angrily. I didn't answer. I then heard him stomp upstairs, barging through my door. "I said, what is it?!" He asked again. "I think I killed someone." I said softly.
"Who?" My dad said as he quickly sat down next to me.
"Jessica. We where fighting and then she just vanished into nothing." 
"I told you! It's just your imagination." My Dad told me.
"It isn't Dad." I said seriously. 
"I'm not playing games with you Alice, you should of grown up from this." 
"I'm telling the truth!" I shouted.
"Enough Alice!" He then slammed my bedroom door And quickly went downstairs. That's when I heard the doorbell ring. I tiptoed to the top of the stairs to see who it was. It was as I feared. I quickly ran into my bedroom and filled my school backpack full of stuff I might need. "Alice!!!" My Dad shouted up. 
"Coming!" I shouted back. I quickly opened my bedroom window and looked down. It was too far to jump. "ALICE!!!" He shouted again. I kept my backpack with me and ran down the stairs dropping the backpack at the bottom of the stairs. The police man was already sitting on the sofa. "What is it?" I asked the stranger.
"Please, sit." 
"I'm ok thanks." I told him.
"You where last to be seen with Jessica-" 
"You mean she was telling the truth?!" My Dad suddenly shouted. I quickly sprinted to my backpack and then out of the door. I ran as fast as I could down the road- until I was stopped. "Get off me!" I shouted as the police man held my hands behind my back. I looked up at him. "Your eyes-" He commented just before he melted as well. 
"Stop!" I heard the man that was in my home shout from down the road. Who would stop? I just kept on running, never stopping. 

I kept on thinking about what happened, it scared me. "What ya' thinking about?" Harrison suddenly said. I nearly jumped out of my skin. "You scared me." I told him. 
"It figured." He said.
"Why you back?" I asked him.
"I know who you are." He told me. I just looked at him. "I know what happened and I'm sorry." 
"Thanks....?" I replied.
"Let me guess your gonna go and call the police and tell them where you've seen me." 
"Why would I do that?" He asked.
"I don't know you, you could be capable of anything." I told him. 
"True." He said taking it in, knowing the answer.
"I'm serious why are you back?" I asked.
"You just look so lonely-"
"The truth." I quickly interrupted.
"I don't think you want to know the truth." He told me.
"And why not?" His eyes suddenly went completely black. "Your like me?" I asked.
"I'm not like you!" He quickly responded.
"Then what are you?" I asked him nervously.
"We don't have names. There's you, any injuries or anything you feel is real and with us we can inflict pain into anyone we want." He told me.
"So it was you?!" I shouted. "You killed Jessica, her dad and the police man!" 
"I needed to know that you wouldn't get hurt!" He told me.
"Well my dreams seem to be failing that for you." I told him. "Is there any more of you?" I asked. 
"Yes." He answered. 
"Anymore like me?" I asked hopefully.
"No." I looked down at my shoes again. "There's something I need to tell you." He said without his voice fading. 
"What is it?" I asked.
"Red is usually associated with fire and blood, so it is associated with energy, war, danger, strength, power, determination as well as passion, desire, and love. It is also a very emotionally intense colour. It enhances human metabolism, increases respiration rate, and raises blood pressure." 
"What? My eyes? You get all that from a colour?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's what your like." He told me.
"And you?" I asked gulping. 
"Black is associated with power, formality, death, evil, and mystery. Black is a mysterious colour associated with fear. It usually has a negative connotation (blacklist, black humour, 'black death'). Black also denotes strength and authority."
"Evil?" I asked stepping back. He didn't answer, he just kept on staring at me. 

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