Kathy's Point of View
I looked around the spacious bedroom. The floor was glass but to me that really didn't matter. The vanity was cherry wood with delicate designs adorning it. The ivory brush and comb set seemed to belong to another era entirely but somehow it fit with the rest of the room. The polished glass of the mirror shone brightly in the room and I inched my way to it; I couldn't resist. I've always been a vain person; even my mother's death couldn't change that aspect of my personality. Narcissistic, I've been called, yes. And I'll admit it is true I do feel like I'm better looking than everyone, simply because I am. I then moved, reluctantly away from the mirror and toward the bed. The silk gold comforter felt like it looked: smooth and opulent. Mounds of pillows were piled up on it and I longed to dive in and stay there. 'This is just right for me.' I thought smugly. Then I saw the room I knew I'd love.
The bathroom was absolutely glorious; wall to wall glass, not big on privacy but the elegance of the fixtures made up for it. The large mirror above the ornate sink was just what we could never afford. I strode up to it and pulled my hair out of its ponytail. As I ran my fingers through my mahogany locks I thought I saw faces in the glass. Pissed off that I was being disturbed, I whirled around. No one was there. I shrugged and went back to playing with my gorgeous hair. You could say it is number one on my list of vanities. My eyes, though expressive and pretty just couldn't match my hairs lusciousness. Nothing could, I was certain. In high school I was the top of the popularity scale; Queen Bee, if you will. I was turned from my inner boasting by a sound near the bathtub. I scowled and walked over to it. Bending down I saw the beautiful vine detailing in the handles and was glad, for once that something had led me here.
The tub itself wasn't as large as I had hoped it would be but nonetheless it was pretty. Pure white in color, pristine everything where it is supposed to be; in short perfect. I sighed and turned one of the handles. Cool, clear water rushed out with a satisfying 'whoosh'. I fairly laughed with delight. The water in our shitty apartment had never been this clear, especially in the bathroom. I cupped some water and splashed my face, enjoying the sensation of coolness on my flushed skin. When had it become flushed? I wondered before shrugging and turning to admire myself in the mirror some more. This time, however there were glasses perched on the edge of the sink, clear ones I'd never seen before.
Eagerly I put them on and jumped back a few feet at the sight I was beholding. The entire pristine bathroom was drenched in blood. The worry 'I'm Sorry' were scrawled across all the walls. The most startling thing was, however, who was in the bathroom with me. In the blood-filled tub sat a girl a bit older than me, slashes adorning her stark naked body. Slowly she rose from the tub and brandishing a butcher knife made her way toward me, leaving pink puddles on the floor. I squeaked and backed up to the doorway but found my way blocked by someone. Angry and scared out of my mind I whipped around and screamed. There, in the doorway of the bathroom was a young woman, my age or near it. She was dressed in a prom dress form the 80's and had dirt on it. 'Tacky as hell.' I thought before looking closer at her. Her arms hung, for the most part, at her sides but her wrists and hands were behind her back. The most shocking thing about her was her head and neck. Her head flopped to one side and her neck was twisted with a black ribbon around it.
As I stared at her I felt cold metal at my back, nudging me forward. I jumped and ran into the other girl who did nothing but thrash and giggle a very high-pitched annoying sound. I screamed, or tried to but a hand was placed over my mouth. My eyes bugled and I glanced around to find a girl, petite and black haired a devilish grin on her delicate features. I glared at her and she simply shook her head as I was led forward, into the bedroom. Once there the black-haired girl spoke. "Now I know you're wondering why we are doing this and who we are. First off I'm the Black Rose. This," she gestured to the slut in the prom dress, "is Susan and the one holding the knife to your back is my sweet sister Dana Newman. Now as to why we are doing this…we three have been watching you, my dear Kathy and we've decided since you're such a vain selfish bitch we are going to teach you a lesson. Sit." She commanded. I was dropped unceremoniously into a waiting chair but before I had time to admire the wood work Susan was standing in front of me.
"What…are you going to do to me?" I asked, shaking as she leered at me. She laughed and said in a strangled whisper. "Oh don't worry your pretty head about that. Just know I'm not going to be as bad as 'Rose' or Dana.", and with that she motioned to Dana. In a flash her hands were free and she pounced on me. I had no time to react as her vice-like grip went around my throat. I choked and kicked at her but it didn't seem to affect her. Her thumbs pressed on my windpipe and black spots danced across my vision. Just when I thought I couldn't take much more, the hands vanished from my neck. I couched and leaned forward, desperate to breathe. Before I could draw more than a few gasp of air I was slammed against the back of the chair. Susan had moved to the side and in her place was the Black Rose. I nearly laughed. I mean after all what could a puny little girl do to me? That was the last coherent thought that crossed my mind before her fist connected to my jaw. Head snapped to the side and I blink through the pain. Damn that hurt! My jaw didn't have time to hurt too much as her small fist socked me in the stomach, pushing the air from my lungs.
I barely felt the other punches 'Rose' inflicted on me but all too soon she had stepped back and Dana took her place. It was she I secretly feared the most, to be honest. Dana's grin was feral, making her all the more frightening and I shuddered. She raised her knife and brought it down in a flash of silver. I waited for the pain but felt none…yet. I looked down to see a rip in my shirt. I glared at the bitch. That was my favorite shirt! She snickered as if she had read my thoughts and made to swipe again. This time I felt it; the pain hit me, at first, like a bee sting at best but then it burned. I screamed and struggled but the other two had at some point got a hold of my arms and were holding me down. The next slash came quicker than I anticipated but burned just the same. This time though it was to my collarbone, like a line. Blood dripped onto my already stained shirt. Dana brought the knife closer and began carving into my skin. I screamed and threw my head back in agony as the burning pain intensified. After a while she had finished carving. I looked to see what vile word dare mar my perfect skin. There, blood trickling from it, was the word 'Bitch'.
Soon I felt the blade dig one again into my flesh and I wondered, in a haze what word she was carving there now. Lolling my head weakly to the side she was on, my right, and saw the word 'Slut' on my uncovered arm. My thoughts, thick and confusing though they were, came loud and clear then. 'I'm not a slut…that much of one anyway.' My sight blurred and I thought I would pass out. In my blood loss induced state I saw more slashes appear on my shirt. I didn't dare speak up. Even if the energy was available I was smart enough not to risk it. Who knows was this madwoman would do to me if I did say something. Besides, by now it was just another damn shirt. Relief flooded me as Dana stood up and moved away. "Take off the glasses." Came her crisp command. I raised my left hand up and slowly removed the specs. What my eyes saw shocked me. Only the Black Rose was in the room. I blink a bit and rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand then looked once more; same thing. I put the glasses on, tentatively and saw Dana and Susan standing next to 'Rose'. My mind whirred and it took a bit to deduce what I was seeing. 'THEY ARE GHOSTS!' I screamed in my mind and promptly fainted.
Songs that inspired me:
Remedy by Seether
Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold