Chapter 2

Night had fallen as the lone wraith walked down the deserted street. With her pent up fury, she continued to journey to Melanie's home. Destruction to everything the traitor held dear. Traitor. That is what Melanie was. Someone who pretended to be your friend until an opportunity to overshadow appeared.

Well now you'll get what you deserve....anguish....pain...torment.....

The yellow house soon came into view. Gripping the knife she clutched in her hand she began to descend into the house through the open patio door. Since it was still summer, people would leave doors open. It was a trusting neighborhood where no one would harm anyone. A glimmer of mirth at the gruesome sight the neighbors would encounter the following morning. Laughter was heard coming from upstairs......

Following the sound, she arrived to the doorway. There was Melanie lying on her bed in her pjs, happily talking to a 'friend' on the phone. Melanie. Always keeping a front to appear as the nicest person you could meet. Nothing to show her two-faced demeanor. From her curly shoulder length hair, the porcelain skin, upturned button nose, to her bright smile with dimples, full figure she didn't seem like a bad person. But things aren't always as they appear. Crawling onto the bed, she smiled at Melanie's confusion. Oh the benefits from not being seen......

Melanie's POV
She felt a shift on the bed, yet as she looked around her room she saw no one. Probably my imagination. Picking up the phone she resumed her conversation.



"Hey Stephy anyways I just wanted to tell you that I've just hooked up with Daniel......he's soooo over Dana. She's just a drama queen. Always having to be the best, looking down on everyone else--"

"Mel ya know that's not true.....how can you say that about her? I thought you were her friend. Listen I gotta go. Call me when ya got something other than smack to talk about."

*Click*

Angrily she slams the phone. Crossing her arms across her chest, she sighs.
" I look out for myself. Anyone else can go to hell. Especially that BITCH!"

All of a sudden, she felt a stinging sensation on her cheek followed by liquid trickling down. She touched her cheek, her fingertips reddening with the blood flowing from her cut. A sound echoed as if a metal object fell to the floor. Yet as she looked around the room there was nothing. She screamed as pain erupted in her abdomen as if she'd been punched as she was thrown against the wall by an unseen force.



Dana's POV



I came closer to her as she talked on the phone. Peering into her deceptive docile face. Reminding me of the betrayal she committed. Looking at her, the smile that erupted on her face as she discussed STEALING MY BOYFRIEND! Lowering my face until it was on the same level as hers, I smiled. Smiled at the fun her suffering would cause me. Slowly I traced patterns across her face with my knife. Yet I kept the knife from actually touching her face. I was planning her demise.



As I heard her call me a bitch I let the blade quickly graze her cheek. Like an idiot she didn't wince or react except to reach for the cut. Blood seeped out from the tiny cut I caused but not enough. I wanted to hurt her in a more physical way. Not just by using the knife, so I dropped my knife. She looked around the room, as if she'd actually find something. That's when I punched her, knocking her against the wall. Smirking at the thought of my newfound strength. Her scream made my smile grow wider.



The crumpled body began to stir looking wildly around the room.



"Who's there? Where are you? Who are you?" she began screaming.



"Oh dear oh my. You don't remember me? Don't you know who I am? Maybe if I knock you around a bit you'll know."



Grabbing Melanie from her throat I began to bang the girl's head against the wall.



"Now tell me who I AM!!! Don't remember yet? Well guess I'll have to try harder" as I increased the force. Blood began to seep behind the girl's and down my fingers. Realizing that she was slowly fading consciousness, I grabbed for the knife and plunged it into her leg.



The loud scream pierced the night. Suddenly I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I covered her mouth leaned down whispering in her ear that I would be back. This was fun but I wanted to kill her and Daniel together. With each one seeing the other get tortured. The horror that would be in their eyes.....

Then I heard someone rushing into the room. Mr. Melara saw his daughter bloodied and moaning on the floor. He quickly pulled out his cell phone and called the ambulance. Pulling her into his arms, he quickly used soothing words to rouse his daughter. As she slowly opened her eyes, tears sprung forth as she saw her dad comforting her. I felt envious at that moment. Remembering that I had no father to help me when I had bad times. She cried and hysterically began rocking back and forth in her father's arms repeating that ''It's going to kill me, it's going to kill me." I smiled at the trauma I caused. I walked past them and descend the stairs. Leaving to go home.....where my body was. To wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow Steph would visit and find my dead body.

Fascinated with the prospect that I would be able to see my own funeral. To see who actually came and see their faces at the prospect of my death. To see if I would be missed. To see what I would miss. To see the hopes I had disappear. To fuel me for the task of the murders I would commit. To hopefully allow me to cross over and not stuck in this surreal half life. Dead yet not dead. I'm much more alive now with the ability to kill and not be harmed to the extent that I would have. After the funeral, I'll kill Daniel and Melanie. If I can't cross over then atleast I would have gotten revenge. Now to wait for morning.....