Akeldama was in her room she had finally settled in the bed decorated with lime sheets and white pillows. She stood in a white nightgown a simple one to be clear she wasn't a women of fancy nightgowns. She slowly sat on top of the covers her type writer on the bed and three candles lit. She started off...
" the little girl stood by he-"
She ripped the page out only seeing the few words she had placed on there. " this isn't what I want no! I need something different something to drag my readers by their feet and hang them their when they aren't ready!" She pipped up talking to herself in the room her hands taking pieces of her twisted hair she had done.
Thomas stood outside of the bed room door just listening to the girl as she groaned in dis pleasure. " she isn't like Edith at all how she dresses how she holds herself nothing..." Thomas spoke to himself as he heard the click of the girl typing once more to stop. He heard the wood creaking quickly he backed away to see the girl holding a candle stick her face being seen.
She quickly walked out of the room her nightgown flowing behind her as the sound of her footsteps could be heard going down the stairs.Thomas followed behind her as the girl keep looking left to right as if she saw something though nothing was there. Until she heard the piano start to play.
" oh my a beautiful tune..." she spoke as she turned the faucet on a red tint still stained the water. The plumber said it would be like this for a while until , though she didn't mind . She just hummed with it she wasn't in her right mind now though who would she was half asleep.
Thomas just stared at the girl as she drunk her water slowly looking around still. She finished the glass of water placing it in the sink before going back up the stairs before she saw something again. It was like a red dress wailing could be heard she stopped in her tacks before she sung loudly.
" rock a by baby on a tree top"
" why is she singing it made no sense is she talking out loud?" Thomas spoke as the women carried on to sing the tune till she got to her bedroom door opening it and closing it.
" mother always said to put a child at ease to sing a song and they will be pleased." She spoke softly as Thomas didn't understand it a child would be hard to find what type of children did she hear growing up though he didn't say much since he heard the tantrum downstairs his sister banging the keys of the piano in anger. All you could hear from downstairs were screams of anger some of agony of this newfound feeling.
" why is she like this , she must want to kill the poor girl in hopes of some enjoyment." He spoke as he sat down by the girls door.
" SHE'S COMING TO TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!" She shouted fuming as her yell gave the girl in the bed a shiver only pulling up the covers to snuggle in once more.
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𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑀𝑆𝑂𝑁 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑌
Fanfiction" I was here for a story! No more no less! Yet you came along and made me feel something" she spewed out. " Can't I be in your story?"
