The rain... Smokey and gray. Just like everything else In my life. Beating down on me like small pebbles. Not letting up. Not even for a brief moment. Washing away the blood that stained my hands. My eyes closed, as I did not want to see the horror that lay down In front of me. My eyes opened only slightly, making small slits. Then, In an Instant, they shot open, my pupils going wide. It wasn't going away. This wasn't a dream. There It was... A bloody body of my mother In front of me. What had drived me to massacre her body In the middle of the night was almost a dream. Getting angry and slashing at her with a rusty knife... That's all I could seem to remember. On my knees, as I managed to choke out a sob or two. Tears streaming down my face, mixing with the cold rain. Even If the rain washed the blood away, It just wouldn't be able to wash away what I had done. Murder. Standing up lowly, my whole body shaking.
Sucking In a sharp breath, as I sat up ram rod straight. Sweat covered me, as the nightmare seemed to play In my mind, day after day. It was something that I wouldn't be able to bare for much longer. With a small sigh, I stretched, and got out of bed. Reaching for my red robe that stretched across the victorian chair by my bed, grabbing It, and slipping It on elegently. Taking small steps, as I walked to the mirror that hung on the wall, examining myself. "I can't even bare to look at myself... These eyes. Oh, these eyes hold all the horror that I can't get out of my mind..." Anger flashed Inside of me, leaving me slightly light headed. Turning around sharply, grabbing at the dresser beside my bed, yanking open one of the droors. The contents spilled onto the floor. Getting to my knees and searching. The rusty knife that I had used but a year a go. Grabbing at It, than standing up once more, returning to my original position by the mirror. "If I don't want to see the Images, I have to get rid of this..." Using my thumb and index finger, making It to where my eyelids were spread far apart. My other hand reached down, slashing at my eyes. Pain surged through me, causing me to drop to the ground. But, I had to get my eyes out. So, In one final attempt, using the knife, I reached around my eyes, cutting at the muscles that held It In place. Dropping the knife, and grabbing at the eye, and tossing It to the floor. Screaming out In pain, while blood ran down my face.
~*** A MONTH LATER***~
Making sure the belt around the collar of my jacket were tightened, just showing my cold eye along with the patch that covered my eye. Sighing, then standing up, almost feeling lifeless. After cutting out my eye, I had realized that the images still wouldn't dissapear, but they would be less frequent. Going over to my window near my bed, wiping away the fog on the window with the back of my hand, looking out. "Rain... Beautiful..." My voice was dull, and rather bored. Nothing had stricken my Interest lately. Everyday I have the same thoughts. Should I just kill myself, or just go along with life and try to forget everything? No. Even I knew nothing could ever be forgotten. Looking to my right, and grabbing the silver keys that were on my bed side table, throwing them Into my pocket with a little jingle.
Opening the front door easily, then closing It behind me, making my way to my car. Where I was going was even a mystery to me at this point. I'm only eighteen, yet I feel lost. Opening the car door, and slipping In, feeling the cold leather against my pants. Shuddereing slightly, slipping the key Inside the Ignition. Hearing It roar to life, then turining the heater on, waiting for It to warm up. Putting the car In reverse, and backing out. Once out of my dirveway, I switched gears, flying forward Into town. Houses were only a blur as I zoomed past them, then finally screeching to a halt. I appeared In front of the Organization I now belonged to. The Red Crystal Mafia. Controlling almost all of America with an Iron fist. It was shocking how It all occured. Crawling onto the streets one morning, the blood dried on my skin. A man had found me, and he went by James. Telling me how he was going to die soon, and that he needed someone willing. Someone strong who would accept to be the leader of the Red Crystal mafia, only to give up any chance at love. Only for the fact that the men In the mafia could hardly ever find a woman who would be even somewhat willing to try a relationship.
Stepping through the door, my nice shoes clicking against the marble floor, as I opened the two oak double doors to my office. Running my fingers along the smooth surface of my leather chair, taking a seat quietly. In an Instant, my door creaked open, a small man appearing around the corner. "E-Excuse me, Aspen, but there Is a girl out here who Is crying her eyes out who wants to see you..." The mans voice was shaky, but I agreed. Maybe this woman would be of use to me financially. The door creaked open once more. I leaned forward, wondering wearily.
[[ Just a bit of fun with a picture. Made It a day or so ago. Not perfect, but I do have a plot In mind.]]
