Vanessa knew she was losing herself to whatever took her to see her true form in the depths of her dreams. Her vivid thoughts could've really been something, even if it meant that she was a murderous villain. But one thing was for sure, she had no idea if she would strike out again.
She laid, helpless, next to Ruby's limp carcass, a long, pointy, jagged dagger covered in the blood of her first victim stayed situated in Vanessas Left hand. She sat up slightly, cross-legged and her back upright.
Her Honeyed voice had turned into a gruff, disoriented whisper, like that of an expired woman. However, apart from the remorse and dismay, she felt the deep, severe and intense need to continue. No motive, however, she believed that perhaps the pain she had been experiencing during her life, was something others needed to feel, but on a higher extent. She wanted them to know her god forsaken life was much more than that, and that she wasn't afraid. Revenge, but not quite revenge. More like, a conceited concept of some way to remove her own sick, promise-breaking acquaintances.
There was no escaping the violent attacks Vanessa was about to embark on those who couldn't let out even a whimper. Or so she had intended.
Vanessa had a sudden flush of vertigo before an entirely overwhelming Woosh of confidence. She was depending on what she was about to do, her mind and heart craved more dark and brooding feelings to run wildly through her. She had an adrenaline rush, she wanted it. Like a drug addiction, only this was much worse. She spent her life thinking about things like this, but clearly, participating in such actions was only the more intriguing, yet life ruining. As it always seemed.
She stared distantly down at her blade, fervently and needy. She steadily lifted her lower arm to take a closer look at what she'd done, looking at it as if it were a new creation, something she'd never seen before, because, she really hadn't seen this previously. Vanessa rotated the blade, it shined but the light disappeared momentarily. The blood dripped off the steel, metal blade onto her lap. Her fingertips inches deep in gore, they were the diminished colour of vermillion, her fingerprints were more apparent, similarly, to an infant who had accessed red acrylic paint.
"I'm not crazy, everything is fine, I want to keep going." Vanessa disclosed, obtrusively.
Anyone who she encountered in the next few days was a goner. Her brain was scattered, she was pale, but not sick. She was entirely sober, yet she was psycho, she was gone.
She eased herself up, using the walls as a guide. Sauntering herself towards the door, she reached lonely for the lock and cranked it to the right. The large wooden door once again, and perhaps for the last time, creaked open. She exited, leaving Ruby behind, forever, and soon forgotten.
She got herself home In a matter of time, the scent of death and Ruby's perfume lingered and followed her like a watch dog. The scent was strong and anyone who could recognise it would know the actions taken place by Vanessa. The time was ten minutes to midnight, it was time for her to sleep. She kissed her dagger in a psychotic fit, a couple with their goodnight smooches. She then shoved it underneath her black, silky pillowcase and jumped onto the bed so eagerly as if to imitate a house pet of some sort. Then, she pulled the covers over her and switched off the bright, endearing lights that lay on the side table beside her bed.
"Goodnight cruel world, you'll see more of me tomorrow" Vanessa declared this as a final warning, although, the serenity of it all meant nobody else could be apparent with this.
She shut her eyes.
She woke up in another trance, although this time she did not see the white, beaming angel figure, no, this time it was a much more evil entity. There was a reason it was different, Vanessa just didn't know it yet.
The ghastly creature stood planted in front of her bed frame, watching her like a hawk. It's cataclysmic eyes grew as if it was looking straight into Vanessa's Soul. It let out a strident moan, before attempting to grasp her by the chest, this thing was dangerous. Vanessa had to wake up, but she so eagerly wanted to stay in dreamland, because the evil, sinister threat in front of her intrigued her, she didn't know why. It was like an adrenaline rush, she felt the urge to keep going.
It was an addictive feeling, the intentions provoked inside of her were something that couldn't be expressed with words. Why do murderers murder? Why do kidnappers kidnap? Vanessa knew.
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All Saints Eve
Horror(This is part one, stay tuned for more chapters) When Vanessa reaches the spooky season of the year, she decides that it's time for her to get out, away from her abuse. As she drives herself mad, read the horrors she encounters and the issues she ru...
