The truth

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I make my way over to my bathroom and it was dark, darker than normal. I flick the light on, and my room lit up. My bathroom was small, only a box shape room with a bath on the right side with toilet and sink next to the door with a mirror on the opposite wall. Washing my hands trying to get the blood off but the more I scrub, the worse it got. More and more blood is appearing on my hand. What was happening? slamming my hand onto the marble sink everything changed. I started falling, I couldnt stop myself, but it felt like I was going for years, feeling this pain until finally I landed on the hard floor, I couldnt see where I am or what is happening, but I know who was causing this.

Red is coating my vision, blocking the horrors which are playing out. My body is working against me as I try to make my legs move away. Heavy weights feel tied to fragile feet. Pain is rushing though me as my impending doom is coming. The wetness of the room is making my flaky skin jump off of my body, mixing with the room. The crimson ocean washes me into a dark abyss. My mind is programming my legs to move but it is shutting my body down, she is shutting my body down. Time felt frozen as the room span round me like a roundabout. This is making me wish I was on one, would be calm and peaceful.

Darkness is clouding the room; it was a box square room. My eyes are finally getting use to the dark and I can see. Grey is splashed on the walls with old fashion tiles towering all the walls. I am stood in the centre of the room, staring into the mirror, the mirror was long and takes most of the wall next to the door up. Other than that, there is a bath with a shower and a sink and toilet. It just looks like a bathroom then I realised it was my bathroom, from home. My only place of peace was now overrun by the darkness. Why was she doing this!

There she is, in the mirror. Her eyes were now in view. I have never seen eyes like those, the darkness was pouring out of them. A connection of some sorts was there but how? It was like a scene from the beyond. Her pupil was pure blood red, it was spinning around in the ball, like liquid in a glass. Blood started pouring down of the side of her eyes, rolling down her pale face. 2 straight lines of blood from on each side of her face and wouldnt stop, it was a contentious flow. Her once white grown was completely covered in blood, stained in blood. A noticed where she was stood, in the mirror. We are second's part. Only barrier was the thin glass of the mirror blocking her path. She is looking into my soul, trying to pull it out. I am tiring to move but it is like a force was keeping me still.

Suddenly, she went, and darkness started taking over me again. I didnt feel like I was falling but I could feel my body turning itself. There is a scene playing out In front of me. It was looking to be a beheading service. I cant see much but wherever this is it was deep into the woods. Raging fire from the touches is killing my eyes as this woman crossed my vision, she is being dragged onto the stand. She is beautiful. Her skin is a pale white colour, and it matched her bright blue eyes. Her hair is shining in the touch flame light. She wore this long white grown; dirt is costing the bottom from being dragged onto the stand. She is screaming for help, but everyone just is looking on.

My body is working against me as move to help her, but I cant move, someone is holding me. I watch on as a man stood near the front starts to talk. This woman has committed the wrong crimes imaginable. She is pure evil, the devil on earth. She is working for him; his puppet and she must be stopped. So, it is with the power in me as the king, and her father that she is to be beheaded. Begin.

Jumping up to stop this I feel a hand on my shoulder, pushing me down. I felt it rang me my though my ear, Look what they did to me The whisper of a woman's voice in my ear. The voice was weak. I made me jump. I tried to turn around, but I was still frozen. I focused back on what was happening and she was screaming for help, I felt bad for her. She started laughing, I was confused. You will all suffer, this isnt over. I cruse this world. Every time someone speaks my name, see an image of me, a woman will die. I will kill all of them you love. ALL of them!

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