Gothic Oneshots

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I stood there. Feeling the chilling temperatures bitting at my tender skin and crawling it's way up my arms. People around me were yelling in anger, weeping with horror but I couldn't hear them; only see their soundless motions. One woman in particular caught my eye. She held herself with a poised grace standing out starkly in the slumped crowd. It was as if everyone around her carried the weight of their anger and sorrows off their barren limbs slowly dragging them back to where they belonged. Hell.

I felt this truly with every bone in my body but didn't understand why. My brain was playing a mantra, a symphony in my head. It vibrated through my blood and danced around my veins...

Hell. Hell. They will get what they deserve. Hell, hell...

Over and over again. My core shook with this truth but I still didn't understand why.

Perplexed by her pretentious manner, I studied her profile as if she had the answers I needed. I scrutinised her upperclass fashion: black gloves that stretched elegantly along her arms stopping sharply at her elbows, tight fitted white blouse embellished with a rose, knee high boots that seemed to Snape along her legs entertwining with her entity and a precarious straw hat that hid her identity from my own trained glare.

I rearranged the unidentified collar that was placed around my neck in order to get a better judgement, scratching myself as I did so. Ignored the pain.

It was not important.

Her eyes were hidden, encasing her soul for the world to judge. However, I could make out a steel line etched into a frown resting elegantly above her chin. Even though showing a diminishing emotion, the lady still seemed intimidating and sovereign.

Why did I think this? I cannot say. She is the only one that can spill her secrets if she dares to speak or perhaps, if you dare to listen.

I itched above my collar bone, ignoring the viscous liquid gathering in the hollow.

It was not important.

I continued to scrutinise her intentions as she stood there, amongst the blur of frenzied chaos. The mantra increased its intensity causing me to shake. Pulses of hatred racked around my body, my vision staring to blur. I frantically moved my eyes; feebly attempting to improve my sight. They skimmed the crowd beneath me landing, once again, on the Woman. Everything started to focus and the fury dissipated from my veins replaced with emptiness. I had stabilised and became entranced by her aura. 

I needed to get closer.

As if she  had access to my mind set, my entrancer's lips of stone started to shift. I watched, 

numb, 

as the edges tugged into a tight and malicious grin.  The sense of being summoned overcame me once more as I took a step forward. 

All my senses crashed down on me;  I was able to hear and understand all the commotion.  That was when I remembered where I was standing...

and what was around my neck.

The lever was pulled, my life choked out as the ground disappeared and the rope tried to save me.

I hung lifeless. 

Just like the rope.

Just like she wanted.

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I know this isn't good but oh well! At least I sort of tried, hey? Please say what you think x