10:00 pm
The boy stood alone.
His hands were liquid night, melted by the things in his head. His body convulsed, his eyes weren't his anymore. His mouth was an open scream. Black liquid streamed down his icy cheeks.
Cries echoed off the hillside. Of fear. Of power. It did not matter. The things in his head had been chained for too long.
His sister studied the scene. She blinked when his body melted into nothing, but that was all.
This is what happens to boys who play with fire.
10:50 pm
The water pressure was so horrible at this old place, Mabel thought. She couldn't even wash the inky stains off her skirt. Oh well. She'd have to get a new one. No matter.
The events of the night had gone as she knew they would. It wasn't her fault. She didn't care. She had done as Bill asked and… Well, Bill had to do what was necessary. It was all necessary. After undressing and throwing her wretched clothes away, she pulled on her blue silk robe and stared in the mirror. The girl, no, the woman, who stared back was beautiful, yes. But attractiveness can't conceal the toll that the life she had chosen had taken on her.
A voice echoed in her mind. "Being pretty won't hide who you are." She couldn't remember who had said that. Maybe Pacifica had. Well, the girl in the mirror wasn't pretty now.
The dark circles. No brother. Skin too pale. He's gone.
Shaking breaths. Mason's never coming back. Hollow eyes. You killed him.
You killed him you killed him you killed him YOU KILLED HIM.
All those years.
Tears.
The broken mirror.
Shattered girl who played with fear.
Author's note: ugh, im going through this really dark stage in my writing, so I apologize. i just need to get it out of my system. Through writing creepy stuff. Alright. if you have any requests, I would be happy to write them, this is the place! thank you for the support, tell me what you think, and have a good day!