BROKEN BEGINNINGS

Chapter 1 - What Have I done?

No... Why, Sarah? Where have you gone? Why did you have to leave me? Or really... what have I done?

A terrified scream claws its way up my throat. I look at my blood stained hands, the world slipping in and out of focus, my senses like an eel too slippery to grasp.

I stagger back, fumbling with the large shining blade in my hand, the curved steel a heavy reminder of what I had just done, scarlet smears highlighting the point of the blade.

The point that had speared through my first and only friend's chest just moments ago.

I drop the blade, the world spinning like a hurricane.

How... how could I... did I really just...

But inside, I knew the cold, hard truth.

I had just murdered my best friend. The only human to ever come close to me, to smile at the sight of me.

How could I have done such a thing to her?

I don't know how, I only know that I did.

I look at my friend's crumpled body. Sarah is lying on her side, her canary yellow dress stained scarlet with her own blood.

I look away from the jagged cut in her chest and glimpse myself in a cracked mirror.

I'm so different from everyone else in town. My impossibly light blonde hair falls in uneven, dirty waves down my shoulders, my pale skin offset by my dark eyes and the black lipstick I love to wear.

Everyone else looks... different. Almost everyone in town has rich, chocolate brown hair, tanned skin, and blue, green, or brown eyes. I don't look like them, so they shunned me, making me an outcast, not just in appearance, but in soul as well.

Warm blood trickles down from a cut in my cheek, mixing with the cold, clammy sweat coating my skin, before dripping off my face like crimson tears.

Realization hits me so hard, I stumble back and crash into a wall, groping for something to hold on to.

Because now I am a broken killer.