Downhill

Chapter one

           I didn't mean to kill them all. I swear, it was a complete accident. But sometime it's like blood was made to spill, and I was just the one made to spill it.
         As I'm washing the blood of my best friend off my hands, I think about the nights events. How did this come to pass? How did I let it? And how could I be so stupid? I'll rewind to when it started. The day that put all of this into motion.
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         I was five. Walking into my first day of kindergarten. Kindergarten in Faerie Is different from kindergarten on earth, it's more cruel, subjecting. It's humiliating. Well for Mirtha anyways. For me it was heaven. Princess of Faerie had it's perks. Had.
        I truely was royalty. Everyone turned their heads as I walked past, weather it was from disgust, envy, pride, or just because everyone else was looking at me. I felt like I was in a zoo, on display for their pleasure. I begged, kicked screamed, anything to not go. But alas here I am. My father holding my hand.
        When we got to the classroom I felt even more nervous. I think because it had finally set in that my parents really weren't going to take me home. I felt like I needed to throw up. And I almost did if I'm being truely honest.
        "If you need anything dearest, tell the teacher to call me. Not your mom. But if she calls me I'll come get you.", I'm glad it was my father who had brought me. My mother saw me as a plague, something in her way, something she needed to destroy. She always said father had loved me more. That he had babied me to much and that I would grow up to be a spoiled brat. Which could never had been farther from the truth.
           My father left me but not a moment later. His concern fake, and so was his promise. It was still better than mother's venomous words though.
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             I first saw her at recess, she was on the swings alone, as they always are in the movies and books. Everyone stared at her too. But their stares were full of hatred, disgust, like she was a disease. As soon as I had started approaching her I was scooped up into the arms of an adult. She was carrying me away from the little girl on the swings.
           " Now, now little Arya you don't want to play with girls like that. Their unpredictable, and nasty.", Mrs. Whelan lectured. But still I fought free. I hated being talked down on, and she talked to me as if I was a child. Of course I was but I don't think I grasped that when I was younger. I ran as fast as my legs could take me. And it was faster than hers could take her because I made it to the girl and when I looked back Mrs. Whelan had given up on trying to chase me, and had gone back to talking about whatever old people talk about.
               The girl stared at me, wide eyed as though she thought I might just hurt her. I simply climbed onto the swing beside her and began swaying. She continued her gaze for a moment more until she joined me and we raced to the top. We didn't say much to each other that day other than our names. Hers must have been the prettiest I've ever heard. Mirtha. Goddess of light. It described her perfectly.
                 I later found out why everyone thought dear, sweet Mirtha was a disease, she was a mortal girl.  The most beautiful I've seen. We were best friends from that day on, until this day now.
                 I believed Mirtha truely was a goddess. I fell in love with everything about her, her golden hair, her gray eyes, the slur on her S's when she spoke. She was the only friend I had, and she was one of the best people I knew. I had been warned as long as I can remember about her, about how royalty shouldn't be seen with peasant girls, though she was seen as worse than a peasant, even the peasants in Faerieland had gotten some respect. Mirtha was treated like trash on the road. But as time went on, our friendship only grew. I remember when we would steal dresses from my mother's room and play dress up. When my mother found out though we would hide for hours just talking to each other until the coast was clear.
                  We were truely what you on earth may call two peas in a pod. Highschool changed it all though. Everything shattered in a mere few months.
                   It was a Wednesday. The first day of highschool in Faerie. My mother was scolding me for ruining my new dress yesterday and my father was yelling at my sibling Eli for screwing up at swordplay. My sister Luna was simply drinking tea. I however was waiting for Mirtha. It would be any minute when door bell was rung, and when it was I ran.
                  When I opened the door I was taken aback. Mirtha had grown even more beautiful. Her hair down her back like silk, and her eyes reflected the sun despite how gray they were. She was wearing a beautiful gown, I remember her telling me about it, she had spent her entire savings on it. Faerie are more beautiful than mortals, we grow more gracefully, and after 18 we stop aging as fast. But Mirtha was proving all of that wrong in this moment
                   If I am being honest I definitely developed a crush on Mirtha, the more I knew her the more it grew. She truely was amazing.  She never found out until we turned 17 how much I liked her and even still I wish she didn't find out at all, it would have made everything so much easier.
                   My mother raced after me trying to braid my jet black hair, and still scolding me. But when she saw Mirtha she froze. She never liked her, she thought though I was a disgrace I could still be friends with those her were not. She despised our friendship. And she made it clear.
                    Me and Mirtha make our brake for it right then. My mother seems to brake out of her trance of hate just long enough to scream after us. I wish we could just run away, start a new life. It would definitely help.
                    The walk to school is quite. I don't think either of us know what to say. We haven't seen each other all summer due to me going away to a training camp for soldiers. Of course I wasn't going to be one but it was my dream. To be a knight that it. I always wished to serve rather than sit and look pretty as my mother and sister did. I found it weak, but knew I would suffer the same fate. A fate of Misery.
                      I was glad though. Having a mother such as my own. It taught me not to rely on other to much. If course I was friends with Mirtha but never once have I relied on her.
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Both me and Mirtha were in Mr. Wishmans class. I was glad about us being together but I wasn't sure about the other people in the class. Eliza fordman, Jeremiah hook, and other of the dickless dick squad would turn life into a living hell. And would be one of the main things to put me on the journey to murder.