A touch of fear

One

I knew what I had done as soon as the door slammed shut. I blinked back my tears and slides slowly down the wall until my knees shielded my face. My vision blurred and the tears trickled down my burning cheeks. Yet. I felt nothing. An unwelcome, light, airy feeling filled my chest and my brain felt cold.

I was startled back to reality by the blue and yellow lights that danced around the room and the scream of the sirens.

I stared, emotionless at the small, lifeless body that was curled up like a woodlouse at the foot of the stairs.

Dried blood clotted her yellow locks and her usual bony, delicate hands were swollen. Inflated like a balloon. Despite her face being bruised and smeared with blood, she was still beautiful... Prettier than me...I was never good enough for him.

'Please don't be dead, oh god please, please Victoria. I'm so sorry...please don't be dead' my thoughts screamed.
I closed my bloodshot eyes as tight as I could but the image of the dead girl followed me. Clouding my eyelids.

I could feel the pain that I had inflicted upon the helpless girl just moments ago. Engulfing me in places I had never ever felt pain before.

A life for a life; they say.

And at that moment I had realised that the normal, happy life I was destined to live was over. It had just slipped through my fingers like sand and before I could rescue it. It had been sucked in to the ocean.

And all it took, was one push.