Two Of Hearts

Dazed

IVY

Nothing has been the same after that night. I wonder if I have been this way all my life and am only just now realizing what hid beneath the surface. My grandmother used to say that hardship truly bares your soul and strips you down to your bones. So maybe this is what I am down to my bones. A murderer. My bloodied reflection looks back at me in the mirror. Long strands of my unruly dark hair stick to my sweaty face, my eyes are wide and my breathing shallow. The splatters of blood on my face make me look like a maniac, and I almost cannot recognize myself. I go back outside the washroom to look at the bleeding body on the floor; I drag it to the washroom and turn the shower on. I wipe the floor and look around for any trace of evidence that would lead this back to me. Another kill, my brain buzzes.

After what feels like an eternity, I exit the apartment with my hoodie and mask on. I walk a few miles before I grab a taxi, get off at a parking spot, and make my way towards my worn-out car. It's going to be a long ride to Crestfield.

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"Ivy dear, are you in there?" Aunt Helen's voice is loud as she knocks on the door.

"Just a minute!" I say as I zip the bag which has my bloodied gloves peeking out. I throw it in my room, close the door, and sprint to the entrance door.

As I open the door, I am engulfed in a hug, and then she makes her way inside as if it's her own home. I smile despite the panic bubbling up in my stomach over the bloodied contents that lay in my room from the kill this morning.

"I worry so much for you. You always stay locked up these days and don't interact with anyone," Aunt Helen says as she puts a few lunch boxes down at the table.

"I am doing fine," I mutter.

"Really? What did you do all except ruminate here all day long?"

"I- Uh..."

"Exactly. This is why you are coming to dinner with me at Sylvia West's place."

"Ugh, that woman..." The words leave my mouth before I can put a stop to them.

My Aunt raises an eyebrow and says, "You have never even met her, dear. Are you what the youngsters call a 'hater'?"

I flush at that and say, "I have heard how she throws these pretentious dinner parties to earn the favor of the people of our town. You all eat that shit up because you are too simple-minded."

"Calling socializing pretentious is crazy. Now you see why I worry for you so much?" She says with a defeated sigh.

"Stop being sad over something like this. I will go with you, don't worry," I say as I muster up my most reassuring smile.

Aunt Helen hugs me excitedly and says, "Hurry up and get ready! Oh, you will like it despite your hate for the pretentious!"

"Wait a fuckin- NOW?"

"Language, dear, and yes, now!"

"Okay, let's get it over with," I say as I walk towards the exit door only to be hauled back.

"You are not thinking of going like this? Are you?"

I glance down at my blue t-shirt and sigh as I go to my room to change.

The moment we arrive at the party, I know it is not going to be an enjoyable experience. The posh society that I wish to do nothing with fills the room, and my eyes glance at one stuck-up bitch to another. I have to admit that the place is very pretty and grand. I shift nervously in my lavender dress as Aunt Helen excitedly waves to the ladies.
As we make our way through the room, we are greeted by a woman in expensive jewelry and a black dress that I am sure is Sylvia West. I don't even remember greeting her back but just stare at the stunning woman in front of me. She has shoulder-length hair, the lightest shade of brown, her eyes are the prettiest shade of green, and the mole near her mouth is making me panic in a really gay way.
Her eyes flick over to me, and I try to act nonchalant. "You must be Helen's niece. She talks about you a lot," Sylvia's voice is so sweet.

"Uh- I- yes," I stutter. Okay, maybe not so nonchalant.

"Isn't she a charmer?" Aunt Helen says as she shakes her head about my ineloquent ways.

Sylvia smiles, and now I notice how there is a tiny mole below her left eye as well. I am in a daze. 

Notes:

I have wanted to write a story like this for a while because I want more twisted women representation. Like, lord forbid, women have hobbies and excel in male-dominated fields (psychopathy).

This is a story about two women that are heavily flawed but still manage to find comfort in each other. Do let me know your thoughts!