Madness N' Darkness

AfTeR THat ^-^

It's been 4 years since that incident happened. I feel like I haven't aged a bit. Everything is crazy. When I say crazy. I mean crazy. Literal crazy, insanity, madness, absurdity, mental instability, and again back to crazy.

It's complicated.

I did survive that explosion but something has gone wrong. Very wrong. I feel powerful, to be honest. I've become prettier, my skin soft even. I've grown tall and slim, my eyes were brownish-hazel in color but they've become the most beautiful shade of emerald green.
My cheekbones are defined just like my jawline I have no more insecurities to whine about. I got a pretty tattoo on the back of my neck in the explosion. It's like a ball between 2 pairs of brackets.
Something like this. ((•))

*Sighs* but unfortunately, there's nobody to adore my beauty.
Yep. Nobody. Why? Because when I said crazy, I meant it. I'm repeating crazy a little too much because ever since the explosion occurred I got powers, yeah like the ones the avengers have. But avengers are fiction and I am not.
I still believe strongly that I am dead. But is death something like this?

Eh so let me explain to you about THE powers.

Right after the explosion when I got free I walked about 10 miles to find the roads. By the time I reached the road my wounds on the wrists were gone. My clothes were tidy and surprisingly I was full. I don't remember the last time I had food since I was in the cell. (Yep I'm definitely dead).

I sat down for some time trying to decide if I should go left or right-
By that time I saw a car. I was delighted, I got up to get to the middle of the road. The stones around me raised a little. I thought I was too tired and was dreaming. But I had to survive. So I went to the middle of the road and started waving my hands and yelling "heyyyyy hellooo could you drop me to the nearest city?"

As I waved the trees beside me were waving. I was terrified and I stopped doing that. The car finally stopped in front of me.

"Queen Beth, it's our honor to be of your service. Here are the keys to our car. There's quite some amount of cash too which we had stolen from the local bank. We shall surrender ourselves to the police. You should leave this place, your majesty." One guy said as the other nodded looking down.

"Yeah- oh 'kay- so yeah I'm not The queen of Britain. I'm sorry but you have mistaken me and if you want to rob me. I am very sorry. I don't have anything on me. I am sorry to interrupt your heist, I guess?" I said and started moving away.

Both of them suddenly fell to their knees and held one of my legs each. I was terrified.
"Please Your Majesty. Pardon us. Please take everything" they pleaded.

Then I realized. This is God's gift for me. It's just the afterlife. Just the way I want it to be. I smiled to myself I grabbed the keys and walked happily to the car. Then I drove off as the roads took me. Soon I was in the city. It was a posh-looking city. The fuel was down so I went to the closest petrol bunk, while I was refilling the diesel of the car I saw a man walking. "Sir?" I called out. As he looked at me, he started yelling and started hitting his head against the wall. I freaked out and sat back into the car and drove out of there as fast as I could.
I calmed myself down and went to a drive-away to get some burgers. As I rolled down the window and looked at the guy. He hit his head hard on the glass in front of him. I drove away. I stopped by a calm locality. I chose a mansion on the corner of the street and decided to ring the bell. I knew what I've become is far more than my imagination.
An old fat man opened the door and this time I knew what to do.
I imagined that he'd become my slave and help me with everything I wanted. And the very next second he fell to his knees.
"Queen, you are here!" He exclaimed.
Now I knew it was going to help me. I kicked him out of his house and asked him to use some of his other houses or his relative's houses. He explained to me everything about the house and the wealth he had stored in there. I regretted what I had done. But it's what it is. I have to do it. I don't understand what all of this is. But I had to figure out how to control myself.

After that, I started my training. I used cooling glasses and tried to avoid people as much as I could. The next encounter was with the neighbor who had come to ask for the man who lived in the mansion originally. I imagined that she will forget about him and befriend me and assume that I stayed there for a long time.

It didn't work very well. She froze there. She was terrified. I could see there were lots of snakes rushing toward her she was horrified. She then fainted right into my arms. I then touched her head trying to focus. I was now able to see her dream.

I immediately opened my eyes and pulled her into the house. I then focussed again. She was dreaming of eating ICECREAM? I then thought I could join her. I went to her and I sat on the chair in front of her. She didn't seem to recognize me. So I got a little worried. I thought about the old man I had kicked out of the mansion and then I was disguised as him. The lady then smiled. "Oh, Mr. Howard, what are you doing here on a pleasant evening?" She asked.
"Mrs. Will I will be leaving for Italy soon. My niece will stay in my mansion till my return. She's troublesome, I hope you can take care of her for me." I chuckled.

"Oh, Mr. Howard." She said sadly. She then got up from her chair and pulled me with my tie. Well, the old man's body with his tie. Then she kissed me.

I stared at her in shock as she took her purse and left without looking back. I was dumbfounded of course. But well, I couldn't help it. I then opened my eyes after knowing her little secret. "Mrs. Will! Mrs. Will" I exclaimed. She woke up and looked at me for a moment. Did I drive her insane?

"Oh, Beth darling did you eat yet? Look at you, you're so fragile my dear! What would you like to eat honey?" She asked. I was both shocked and excited. I smirked a little. "I want to eat a burger, Mrs. Will," I said sheepishly.

So this is how I learned how to control my power to some extent. I used Mrs. Will for quite a while after that. I learnt that I could wake things fly by starting at them and thinking about them flying. It was very exhausting but very challenging. I liked it. I even tried to catch up on the news about the explosion I got into. It didn't say much. It was confidential news and I didn't care cause I survived it anyway.

A year later or so when I had gotten better with some tricks of mine I was walking home from the bar which had not filled my thirst for liquor. I was pulled into an abandoned alley by a tall man. He reeked of alcohol. (Look who's talking). He tried to kiss me and laid his hand on my thigh. I instantly pushed him and scratched him. That's when I discovered my new feature. I had natural claws. I clenched my hand it disappeared. When I thought about it and said I need my hand claw, it reappeared. I then smiled at the terrified man like a psychopath. I then pointed my claw at him and shot the pointed nail-like claws onto him.

I then walked away with pride on my face. This had become a game every day I practiced for about thirteen hours. I remembered nineteen years of pure torture I had to go through. Every day I woke up feeling stronger.

*Present day*

Now I could control things properly. I had everything I could do settled well in my mind. I could manipulate people's dreams, manipulate their thoughts, could drive them crazy enough to make sure they spend the rest of their lives in a mental asylum, I had a claw? I could heal faster, I could hallucinate people after knowing their terror. I was strong. I had to become a sly cold-blooded dipshit. I can't help it. It's the survival of the fittest. Also, I'm trying hard to not be unjust to people. I drive only those people crazy who deserve it. Others are just manipulated into a little changed environment after all.

A/n: This is a little cra-
Oops sorry, I ain't using that word again ;) well, this is my 2nd book. I deleted 1st one cause of low self-esteem. I'll try to make sure to keep you guys entertained with this one~
Love, Emma.