Short Stories

Story 2: Blue re-edit

My name is Evelyn Parker, some might say I'm a psychopath, I for one agree with them. I didn't start like this you know, I was ordinary once, until my dear brother, James, died of cancer, at the young age of fourteen, I was six. Before he died he had helped me through my life problems, my breakdowns, my troubles, my difficulties. When he died it felt as if I had lost a part of my soul, a piece I could never regain. A few years later my grandparents died too. Another piece of my soul shattered. I think that's the day it happened, the day I became insane. I can't be certain but somehow  I know that day was a turning point for me. And everyday after that I lost a bit of my humanity, until all that was left was a tiny emotion. That emotion was love.

Suddenly, there was a ferocious knock on my locked door, breaking me out of my revelry. I looked towards the noise and could see he door handle jiggling, someone most likely my abusive mother, trying to open the door, I hide under my covers. There is an ear piercing scream that comes from outside the door.

"EVELYN OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR, YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO LOCK THIS DOOR IN 'MY HOUSE'!"

Yep definitely my mother, my soon to be dead abusive mother. I grabbed the brown leather gripped dagger that was stashed under my pillow. I heard the sound of jiggling stop, I glanced at the door warily. I made no sound. My left hand sweaty from holding the dagger. There is a clash of keys until, I'm guessing, she found the key to my room. I got out from under the covers and walked backwards until my back hit the wall, stopping me going further away from the door. The door creaked, slowly opening, as if my mum was trying t tempt me. I heard the angry huffs of my father and his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Looks like I'll be killing two birds with one stone. At  the same time, as if planned, they stormed into my room ready to beat me. A new instinct of mine after the first punch was to strike back, so I did. I pulled the knife out from behind me, enjoying the shocked expression my mum was giving me. I never, and I mean never fought back. I've been practicing my aiming skills, so using my mum as my first live target, I aimed at her heart and threw the dagger. It pierced straight through her heart, her dark crimson blood on me staining my white clothes. I pulled the blood coated dagger from her lifeless body, facing my dad. He looked terrified for once. He knew what was next. Aiming at his heart I did the same. As he dropped to the ground dead, I grinned widely.

The next day, at school, the news had already spread about my parents death, I got a couple 'I'm sorry for your loss's', but I just smiled like nothing happened. I sat alone that day and everyday after that for about a week I think, before I was taken into questioning by the police. After I was questioned, I was found out. Off to the Asylum I go.

I've been in the Asylum for a month now and I still haven't made any 'friends', and I've been told a girl needs a good friend in here, says Alden Tate anyway. I've had my eye on Alden ever since he got put in this place a week after I did. Rumour has it we committed the same crime. Murder. For a while now I've taken an interest in him and I think he's taken one on me, so, I wanted to see if he was just like me, broken with a tiny emotion. Love, maybe just a little like me. A ringing in my ears started as I realised the free time bell has gone. I walked to my cell door as it creaked open and I exited for once and went to the main hall. I was greeted by the sight of happy psychopaths and the rare buzzing of laughter. Everyone here was my family, but none were my friend. Free time was only a small twenty minutes, so with the few minutes I had left I went to the large library to pick out a book from the old dusty wooden shelves.

As I entered a cool breeze blew my thin, straggly white hair in my face while also sending goosebumps down my pale skin. I was met by the sound of soft sobs coming from the only other person in the library. Alden. "What happened this time?" I asked harsher than I wished for it to sound. I put my hand in his squeezing tightly, trying with all the love I could muster, which wasn't much, to comfort him, he found a way into my heart and took up all of my soul and all of my love. In return he embraced me, maybe we were the same, maybe he has an ability to love like me.

"Evelyn I don't know how to put this, this emotion, one we rarely have, you know how people like us don't love often, well I think, no I know I've come to love you," He started inching closer, leaning in myself, taking in every detail of this moment, our lips locked. I pulled away.

"I love you too Alden,"

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Thanks to @nabri09 for helping me redo this story.

She owes me a re-marrige for the jelly beans. (Laughs head off cause only we get it)

Well anyway, bye guys hope you like it