*FLICKER* A Broken Promise (Anonymous Mode)

The Night that Ends it All

     Jordan looked out and saw the perfect opportunity. A vulnerable Prasiddhi was standing on a chair trying to turn off the last light. Jordan walked over and grabbed the extension cord out of her pocket. She reached up and grabbed Prasiddhi by the neck.

"Agh—Jord—What are you doing!" Prasiddhi struggled as she was gasping for air.

     Jordan wrapped the cord around her neck and tied it to the ceiling light, creating a makeshift noose. Before Prasiddhi could even respond, she kicked the chair, hanging Prasiddhi once and for all. Her once bright eyes lay an abyss now, lifeless.

      Minji awoke from a nightmare, and wondered why a light was still on, and decided to check it out. She walked out only to see a Prasiddhi dangling from the light, acting as the Luna of a solar eclipse.

"Was this a murder? Was this on purpose? Ah! This is hurting my head!" Was all she could think.

     She could see Amethyst out of the corner of her eye. She turned around to see Amethyst holding something behind her back.

"Hey Amethyst! What are you doing up? What is behind your back?" She asked, tilting her head to the side trying to see behind her.

     Amethyst stared blankly at her and pulled a gun out on her. She pointed the gun at her face.

"Woah, woah! We can think about this!" She said, backing up.

"There is nothing to talk about."

"But our friendship! Is it meaningless now?!" Minji cried out.

"Goodbye old friend, I am sorry for what I am about to do. Forgive me." Amethyst said, tears forming in the corner of her bloodshot eyes.

     Amethyst shot her right in the face, going through her head, killing her. She shot her 5 times more just to play it on the safe side. She then pointed to her own ear and thought,

"I don't deserve to be in this world, I am destined to go to hell, Satan yearns for me." She thought, sobbing uncontrollably.

    She pulled the trigger, making the insides of her head explode, parts of her brain spraying everywhere. Her decapitated body falling to the ground at an instant.

     The noise of gunshots woke up John, making him curious to what the noise was. As he peeked outside the door he started to have a massive panic attack, causing him to fall to the ground, shaking like a rabid dog.

"Sh-Surely this isn't real right? Tell me I am going crazy! Please!" He cried, tears staining the wooden floorboard.

     Jordan, coming back from the garage, saw the blood splatters on the floor along with the pieces of what used to be brain. She stared blankly at it and moved on and shook it off. She walked into the bedroom to see John petrified.

"John..What happened are you okay?" She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder gently.

"Don't play dumb. The game hasn't ended. I know it's you! Stop playing with me." He said, slowly going mentally insane.

"Aaaaand how do you know that silly?" She said, laughing.

"Be-Because! We are the only two left."

"Wrong. There's only one left." She suddenly changed her delightful, smiling face into a menacing one.

"Huh—what do you—What did you just pour onto me!" He said, looking at his body slowly deteriorating.

She slowly got close up to his ear and whispered, "Acid."

John got up and started to go off on her,

"YOU SICK WOMAN! SICK I TELL YOU! SICK! WE COULD HAVE—"

"Shh..." She said, covering his mouth with her index finger.

     She held up the blade to his chest, knowing that this would be her last victim, the game would finally end.

"I am doing this so this game can be put to rest." She continued to whisper in his ear.  Shivers went down his spine.

At last, she poked through his heart, ending his life. She thought she would have been happy to win, but she isn't. She has come to the realization that she is a cold-blooded murderer. She lost her best friend by killing him, she killed about a dozen people. She felt dirty. She knew if she got caught, she would go to jail just like her father. She knew what she had to do. She could feel all of the ghosts longing for revenge. She downed herself with the rest of the gasoline from the can she poured onto William. She opened the opening of the fireplace and crawled in, sitting a criss cross position, she wanted to erase any evidence of her existence.

The spirits laughed and laughed at the screams she made while her skin was melting off of her skin, especially William. All she could think was,

"I love you Mama, I'm sorry I couldn't keep your promise."