~?'s POV~
I've been waiting for about 15 years now, right here, in the state of Missouri. I've been waiting for her to mature to the right age now; ever since she was a baby, and now she is old enough.. She's matured into a beautiful young lady. Long, flowing brown hair, bright blue eyes. Indeed, she is beautiful. On the outside. On the inside, she is quite ugly. She used to be... alright, she wasn't constantly going out of her way to help somebody, but she had some sense of moral. But then she became popular, and in order to keep her popularity, she lost her sense of morals. At first she was pretending, but after awhile she actually became that way. Of course, she has some sense of moral, but not very much. But that doesn't matter. All I need is for her to be beautiful at the ripe age.
And now was that age. School had just been dismissed, and she was walking home from school. Her parents were busy that day, and she was 'too good' for the bus. The street was semi-crowded when she passed by an alleyway. No, it wasn't dark and scary. It was actually still bright out, and the alleyway was quite large. It was between an apartment building and a fenced, quiet supermarket and parking lot. I was slipping into this alleyway just now. Gladly, I was able to before she passed by.
"Excuse me, dearie?" I called out to her by the door from the alleyway; deep in the alleyway, almost by the back wall. She seemed to hear me easily, and turned to look into the alleyway. I felt assured in my plan, knowing that the girl saw me as an old grandma by a cane lying on the floor.
"Yeah?" She began to walk into the alleyway as she spoke. Who is teaching this girl about what she should and should not do? Whoever it is or whoever it was, they aren't or didn't do a very good job. Hardly adequate.
"Could you help me?" By this time, she was already halfway down the alleyway. She slowed her walk but continued. "With what?" She was now about a quarter of the alleyway away from me.
"I dropped my cane, and I can't seem to bend down to pick it up. Could you please get it for me? I've been standing her all day, hoping somebody would come by." "Alright, just let me get it." She agreed easily. It's a good thing she had some moral left. She continued to walk towards me, until she was in front of me and had bent down to pick up the cane.
And the alleyway began swarming with darkness. She looked up...
and screamed.
Awhile later, I sat on the roof, with a skull sitting in my hand. Below me, people were swarming the now-once-again-bright alleyway. Eventually, the crowd dispersed to make way for 2 paramedics holding a stretcher with something covered in a white sheet slowly being stained crimson between them into the ambulance. Elsewhere in the alleyway, bloodied remains were being picked up. I held up the skull in my hand so it was eye-level with me. It was bloodied, but it was dry blood.
"What do you think, huh?" I asked the skull. No response.
"Silent treatment, huh?" I asked it jokingly, before flying off, leaving a black feather in my wake, taking the skull with me.
Okay.
Today is my birthday! So now that I am 13, old enough to be here, allow me to reintroduce myself.
Hello, I'm ScarletAlexia!