The night after your first preformence, I come to you. The idiot boy is there, I clentch my fist wanting to feel the fops warm neck go cold. TO rip his flesh...kill him... I hear your voice raise. Comming out of my daydream I see you, standing pointing a trembling finger to the door. The boy was on his knees, begging you to love him. Shaking your head, black strands clinging to your forhead, you tell him to leave. HE stares at you, wide blue eyes narrow in suspicion. Straightening he replaces the black tophat upon his golden curls, and turns to leave. I sigh as the door closes. You here.
" Angel? Is that you?"
Caresseing the mirror I answer " Yes my child, I am here."
"Angel, he wants me to love him." you begin to cry. " I cant love him.He dousnt understand. I dont want ..."you look away.
"What do you want Christine?" my voice wavers..what do you want?
"I..I want you to love me."
I gasp and open my mouth to speak. A knock upon the door interupts mr.
" CHRISTINE!! Let me in! Whos in there with you? Christine open the door..please." Its the stupid boy.
You turn to me, dark eyes wide. " Help me Angel, i cant face him. Angel please..im frightened." you drop to your knees sobbing. Looking at your bowed head, I resolve the conflict ive had with myself so many times. Gently swinging open the mirror, I whisper
"Come my darling. Come ..."
You look up, and gasp. Your hand flys to your throat."Who are you?" Standing you come forwards."Angel?"
I smile and hold out my hand. Your trembling, hesitant. The rattiling at the door and the sound of angry voices seem to make up your mind. " Where are we going?" I draw you inside pulling you down into my darkness.
"Home..'I whispered."Home."
I know its short ah well. R/R