ALESSANDRA'S POV
A girl wearing an all white patient gown with half sleeves. The dress ending just below her knees. She stood sweat dripping from her face, hair open & messy. She looked like she was possessed by demons.
And there stood an another person across to her holding a girl, an unconscious girl in his arms.
There was a glass wall, like a mirror between them but transparent, showed the viewer, the view of the other side.
" Sta-stop.. " she stammers.
The man standing on the other side lifts his free hand, his gaze was fixed on the girl on the other side of the glass. His face was on the dark side of the dim ceiling light making it look like a black mask, like those faceless monsters who haunt you in your dreams.
" Please.. Stop.. " the girl begged.
No change.
He slowly lifts his free hand above his head and a sharp knife shines in his hand.
A dreadful scream echoes from the other side of the glass.
The man statues for a moment before his hand flies down with a great speed before it pierces right through the chest of the girl he was holding on his other hand.
The girl on the other side clutches her head in dread and anxiety.
But the man doesn't stops and keeps stabbing at the girl's chest again & again.
The girl standing on the other side of the glass frees a hand from her hair and clutches a fistful of dress above her chest and kept tightening her fist with every single passing second. Her nails digged into her skin. More sweats forms on her face.
One..
Two...Three....Four.....Five......
Six.......
...
Seven.
Her squeezed shut eyes finally finds the courage to open and the first thing she saw is the crimson liquid spreading all over her white gown, staining it.
Her eyes widens in utter shock & trauma. Her breathing becomes erratic. And she slowly brings back her shaking hand from her chest to only find the blood spread every inch of her skin.
She stared at her bloodied hand with wide traumatized eyes.
Her vision turning Red.
Two seconds.. three seconds.. four second..five seconds and in a blink, like lightning, her feet moves towards the glass wall. And the next thing she's doing is..
THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!! THUD!
Eyes bulged out from her socket. Hands curled in tight knot-like fists. Expression animalistic. Desperate. She kept banging her fists on the glass wall.
Crack.
Again & Again & Again & Again.
Crack.
A huge crack forms even through that thick of glass. Blood starts flowing out from her hands in real as her skin was scratching and bruising against the breaking glass. But she keeps banging until the glass wall breaks & falls.
" Red. "
Her eyes searches for something.. something to kill.
" Red. "
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Illusions (Alt. Ending)
Mystery / ThrillerTwo stories. Two persons. One destiny. And illusions. When the two stories were been told together, go ahead and read it but keep asking yourself if you remember who was who when you had started? Or had you fallen in the trap of illusion?
