[ how can you ever tell them apart]
there she was. A child, sitting on the snow,looking to the left, Nothing there.looking to the right, nothing to see.
"....mom?"
a mysterious figure of a woman approached. Her cherry red lipstick was the only thing making her different from a shadow. The figure smiled, offering a hand.
the child lifts her own hand,but as soon as she grabs the hand, the scenery before her eyes changes.
snow filled hill no more, only a wounded figure on the ground. As she talks, the child notices the cherry red lipstick. And the knife in her own hands.
and so, she can't even hear her words before she disappears. Turning into dust and becoming one with the wind.
"..."
she hears heavy breathing.
Just in a blink of an eye, she can see another figure.
[you've done it again.]
this time, once again she had a bloody knife in hand. She glanced at the body on the ground with both of her eyes, her expression unreadable.
it's chest isn't moving , so…how can it talk..why is she sitting on it's chest?
[ do you think killing me makes you any more innocent?]
for the first time in this weird place, she feels something inside. She can't tell what, all she knows is that the figure in front of her caused it.
as if her hands have their own soul, they start to stab the body she's sitting on.
The child tries her best to stop her own hands. But soon enough, she gives in,they didnt listen to her commands, tears filled her whole face as she repeatedly stabs the lifeless body even harder than before.not even resisting it anymore.
[ happy now?]
the figure says, chuckling softly, lifting and placing a hand on her cheek.
"...!"
for a second, she stops..with all her heart she wants to…wants to….stop
and-####....right! Choke him!
so she does exactly that. Tears still streaming down her face. The sound of her cries echoing in her own head.
[finally! Though it still needs work. Those tears are a hassle if you're alone next time]
she's scared. Terrified even. Yet confused. How is it still TALKING?! She stabbed it more than fifty times already, she choked her, what else could she do..
she pulls her hands back, wiping her own tears in hopes of at least seeing what's actually going on, wasn't this too much? She was just a kid after all.
[stop crying, your life is only worth keeping if you're useful. Don't make me regret the choice I've made.]
that only made her cry louder. The figure handed her a wrench.
[keep going until you have no more tears left.]
her hands, gaining their own conscience again, kept hitting the guy while she cried, she tried.. To stop herself. But that wasn't an option…once again, she gave in. as a result hitting even harder now, she could only see a shadow of a figure. Yet she could see the broken skull, cracked open.
Her hands shaking as she felt the brain getting smushed under her hands and the hits of the wrench , yet the figure lifted his hands again. Grabbing her wrists and making her put more strength into it.
[no stopping , i still see tears.]
she shook her head, not even able to put words together,she kept shaking her head left and right,closed eyes, a lump in her throat,just how cruel was this man, not even giving her rest after his last breaths.
Oh but fate was never nurturing and kind, one of those hands grabbed her by her hair, pulling on it.
[keep going, or you'll be next!]
she swallowed her cries,her words, only nodding in response, and even that wasn't clear.
Who knew you can fully parent a kid in one night? She didn't let even one more drop leave her eyes.
As she silently kept hitting the body, and after minutes of silence. It finally stopped talking back to her, stopped doing anything at all.
With the quiet sound of the clock. The girl opened her eyes. Sitting up after a long minute of staring at the ceiling.
One glance at the mirror..the clock showed 05:45 am …she sighed before pushing the blanket away, getting out of bed.