Little Lotte-I thank whatever deity force, whether it be God, or the Goddess, for you. You are my best friend, my life. You are my reason of living, The only thing that keeps my sanity. I'm sorry I can't write any more, I just can't. This truly is my shortest Phic, but I started it with great intentions, but I can't handle the theme, I'm sorry. I love you Lotte, my best friend, my world.
Chapter 4
Angelina waited for Michael to leave the group of men, before she started to follow him, in the failing light. Every now and then she would glance back, seeing me following her. I told her I would follow behind, just to make sure something didn't happen to her, but never would I stop her from committing this act. She needs to bury her fear of him, and if the only way is to end his life, then she shall take it. I had to do the same thing in my youth, to end the nightmare that haunted my being, I shall never regret what I did, as she will never regret this.
He unknowingly lead us to a little home, rather on the shabby side. Angelina frozen when she reached the front door, her gaze laying fearfully on the visible grain of the door .
"Angelina." I called to her softly, coming up behind her, Slowly she turned, pure terror in those deep brown eyes. She couldn't do it, she's too young.
"Are you alright?" She nodded her head, glancing back at the house.
"Do you want me to do it for you?" Bitting down on her lip, she looked between the house and me, trying to decide.
"No, I'll do it Erik, I have to." She spoke, gathering her courage. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the door, disappearing into the darkness. Following behind, I couldn't help but notice how she glided in the shadow, making not a sound. looking around at the home, I tried to soak up what she had lived in, what turned her into this.
Despite the need for paint, the inside of the house reminded me of my mother's home, unusually clean. Not an item seemed out of place, every item having some sort of floral pattern, even the faint oder of perfume hung in the home. I half expected to see a white carpet like my mother's beloved home, but the floors remained a hard wood through out every where Angelina walked.
She lead me into what I could any guess to be her bedroom, for upon the large vanity dozens of blue and green eyes stared at us, underneath the blonde and brunette wigs, the dolls porcelain faces practically glowing in the moon light. She turned back to look at me, the moon light catching in her eyes, burning with rage.
"Stay here." She commanded,
"I don't want you to watch." Obediently I nodded my head, stepping deeper into the room as she slipped from the room.
I don't think I have ever been surrounded by so many pink objects before. From the white furniture, to the satin sheet on her bed, every thing had a soft appearance to it, but those dolls. They looked haunting, if one could call toys that. Their eyes burned into my skin, taunting me with their porcelain perfection. All of them having fake smiles upon their face, I couldn't stand looking at them. Turning my back to their gaze, my own wandered over her bed. I almost laughed, it looked as if taken directly out of a fairy tale, four posts, a white canopy falling gracefully over each side. Something laying on the posts caught my eye, as it reflected the little light. Approaching it, my hate for this Michael grew, Handcuffs.
"The bastard." I hissed, stepping away from the bed as if it was the red death, practically running into the vanity with the taunting dolls.
"No wonder she never wanted to return." I thought out loud, a shiver shotting down my back.
I waited for Angelina, but almost twenty minutes passed, and no sign of her, not even a sound was heard in the house. Worried, I crept out of the room, perking my ears to any type of sound. From the hall, I heard something faint, a whimper. Fear flooded my heart, Angelina. I doubt a grown man would release such a sound, not when ever other minute that girl whimpers in emotional pain. Following the sound, It lead me to a solid oak door. Placing my ear against the wall, I hear Angelina crying. Rage surged through my body, I burst through the door, seeing that monster positioned over her frail body. He jumped off of her, fumbling to regain himself. Seeing me, Angelina cried harder, wrapping her arms around her now bare body.
"What the hell?" The man stared at me, his fist clenching.
"Angel!" He screamed at her, ripping at her tender locks, pulling her face up to his. She cried out in pain, her eyes flashing at me.
"You little whore! You brought him here? What the hell where you thinking?" He shook her forcefully, for the first time in my life, I couldn't move, I was frozen in terror, seeing him hurt her like that.
"I'm going to kill you!" He screamed into her face, throwing her to the floor. Scrambling to her feet, she ran from his grasp, finding refuge behind my, wrapping her thin fingers into the back of my shirt, clinging for dear life. Michael grimaced at me, chuckling maliciously.
"You think this boy will save you? Your mine angel, forever."
"You will never touch her again." I hissed at him, wrapping one of my arms around her protectively. My action only caused him to laugh harder, taking a step closer.
"And who are you to stop me? A teenage boy? If you think the mask is intimidating, you're wrong." He motioned to the black leather. For some reason, I chuckled deeply, stepping closer to him, leaving Angelina to stand alone, behind me.
"For intimidation you think? I'm afraid not, it's to mask the true horror you are about to face."
"Oh, and what horror would that be?" He mocked.
"The angel of death!" I screamed, ripping the leather away, letting him stare into the monster I am. Never have I seen such fright in a grown man's eyes as he looked upon my face, His jaw dropped, as he stumbled back, falling to the floor. Gaining confidence, Angelina stepped in front of me, her dress back on her body, a knife glimmering in her grasp.
"You have plagued me far to long, Michael." She hissed, brandishing the weapon. She lunged at him, digging the metal deep into his chest, crimson liquid staining his shirt.
"You have haunted my nightmares, you have stolen God's greatest gift from me, You killed the innocence child I once was, and now you must pay for the mental murder you committed." She stood over him triumphantly as he took his last breath, smiling down at his corpse. She stood there for what seemed like eternity, watching his blood pool around him, staining the carpet around him. It seems fitting that this room was the only one with a carpet, and a white one at that.
Finally, Angelina turned to me, her gaze remaining on the grown.
"Erik, please." She whispered, motioning to my hand, where my black mask still lay. Of Course, I had forgotten about my mask, no doubt she was terrified of my face, who wouldn't be. I put the mask back upon my face, hiding it away once more. She still didn't raise her gaze up to me, instead, she extended her shaky hand to me, taking my skeletal hand into hers.
"Lets go." Nodding my head, I lead her back to the barn in silence. She curled back up upon the hay bed she created for herself, wrapping her arms around her quivering body. I wanted to say something comforting to her, but I couldn't form words, all I could do was find myself in my own bed, listening to her try to control herself, as she wept, whimpering out how sorry she was for killing him.
She has broken the one rule for murder, never regret.
I fell asleep to the sound of her crying. I don't know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, the golden sunlight spilled into the barn through the holes in the wall, some of the suns rays catching in Angelina's hair, as she lay with her back to me. At least she was able to get to sleep. Looking around the open room, I noticed my bag lay open on the other side of Angelina, some of the contents laying randomly around it, as if someone rummaged through it. Curiously, I rose, heading over to the pack. I packed everything back into it, noticing that the only thing missing was some paper and a pen, perhaps Angelina wished to write something down. I turned to look at her.
My mind was unable to comprehend what I saw. Her tiny body lay in a puddle of Crimson, a weak smile upon her face, a piece of paper laying only a foot beside her, a shimmering object beside it.
No, this couldn't be.
Silently, I approached her, my fears confirmed. A Knife lay beside the paper, stained with blood, the same that covers her, gathering on the floor underneath her tiny stomach.
Oh God, what had she done?
I knelt beside her, unable to keep myself from crying.
No, why would she do this?
The paper caught my eye, upon it, what I can only assume to be her shaky handwriting.
"Forgive me Erik, I don't want to burden you with this, but I must. You have only been the kindest to me, saving me from him, but I can't stay with you. Please don't think I don't like you, for I feel quite the opposite, had I been older, I might have loved you, so it pains me to tell you this, but someone needs to know. I don't mean to harm you by taking my life, for I never want to harm you, but I can't stand this, I'm sorry. I saw in your eyes you knew what he had done to me, and I know something similar had happened to you, thats why you saved me, thats why you cared, but Erik, I can't live after this, I'm not as strong as you.
Do you remember the song you sang to me Erik, the night before? I don't think you could have sang a better song, but Erik, I am Nemo, I am no one to this world, just some troubled child. There is no one who will remember me, not even you, you will forget about me too, but Erik, I have to tell you my story, I have to write it done, I have to know that someday, someone will read it, and know why I did this. Michael was my caretaker, the only person I had left in my life, I guess thats why I didn't understand at first, what he was doing to me. It started right after my parents were killed, you see, he was my mother's brother, so naturally I just thought he was upset, and needed me to comfort him, but I was wrong. I was only six at the time, and naïve. As I grew, I understood exactly what he was doing. I started to fight him, only causing more pain on my behalf. It wasn't till the other day did I get my chance at freedom. He came into my room every night, but he was drunk then, and I was able to slip away from him, to meet you.
I don't know if you believe in God, but I believe he caused us to meet, to free me from that hell. I shall never be able to repay you, for letting me free, free to fly up to the heavens as God intended. All I wish is he can help you through the hell you are in. Please don't think wicked of me, I couldn't stand it if you thought less of me for this. I killed Michael, and I have no regrets, he deserved far worse, but I can't stay in this world. It's not my place. Even with Michael dead, I still see him in the shadows, he will forever stain my mind, unless I stop it. No longer will I be plagued with his touch, no longer will I whimper in fear, I am free. Good Bye Erik, thank you, for everything you have done for me, and all the good you are destined to do."
