Short Horror-ish Stories ^~^

How Time Changes People

People wouldn't expect how time changed her. If they would ever find her walking through the busy streets of London, they would think that she was a "nice" and "sweet" girl, who had a pretty mother and a rich father, and lived happily in a spacious, ornate house. Unfortunately, ladies and gentlemen, the unsuspecting  passer-by's couldn't be more wrong.

Because this is the unfortunate tale of Cassandra Kenway.

Now, let us start with the present, shall we?

Cassandra gazes at the pale, illuminating moon, wistfully, wishing the bars from her window wouldn't destroy her view. She first arrived at Rutledge Asylum almost 2 years ago, as a mere 12 year old. Extremely mentally unstable and mute, she was admitted to complete and utter solitude. Only one nurse and doctor would be permitted to visit her. The nurse would daily bring Cassandra's food and water, and to empty her squalid chamber pot. The doctor comes once a month to check her mental health and prescribe more medicine.

Because Cassandra wasn't getting better. In fact, she was getting more mentally unstable everyday. The other patients called her "crazy", smug nurses on tea breaks call her a "lost cause" and even the doctor says there is "no hope" left for her. Cassandra knew all this,

That is why, on this night, she decided to go for a walk.

She slowly glided to her door, like a gentle summer breeze, and tried opening it. Surprisingly, it opened. Perhaps one of the nurses on night duty forgot to check her door? Anyway, that didn't bother Cassandra, as her buried sense of curiosity came flooding back to her. As nimble and agile as a cat, she darted gracefully through the different, never-ending mazes of corridors, until she finds herself in a plain garden imprisoned by tall, brick walls.

As her curiosity got the better of her, she climbed over the wall.

She was free.

She jumped down from the wall and found herself in a field. Now here is why she is different from the other girls. Most little girls would hate even the thought of "adventuring" at night. This, however, was one of Cassandra's twisted dreams.

She remembers exploring, as a child, through the woods near her home, armed with three younger siblings, twins Charlie and Lola and little Rosalina. Cassandra smiles as she reminisces on her past. She remembers every silly game she invented to keep the youngsters occupied. She remembers teaching the little children at the little local village school, particularly giving a smile as she sees the children's faces lit up in awe. She remembers her mother's face and she can still hear her father's jolly laugh.

It was just peculiar how time can change people.

Over time, her father, sweet, loving father, fell to the prey of drinking. As Cassandra and her fellow siblings grew up with a God-fearing Christian mother, she always told them to "stay away from the demon drink". Over time, father and mother started to drift away, and due to the bittersweet drink, father started to hurt mother. It started off verbally, petty insults even self-conscience mother can shake off. However, over time, it lead to physically abusing her. All while Cassandra protected her siblings from their father's wrath.

Until that one fatal day, 

It came to an end.

It started off by father coming in drunk and started flowing out the abuse to mother. However, mother stood up for herself, exclaiming that all this had to stop. Cassandra stood in the doorway and watched in horror as her father started to beat her mother, his wife, to death.

Cassandra then felt an urge to stop him, her conscience controlling her every move. And as her mother was taking her last breaths, she saw Cassandra take the butchers knife, tackle her father to the kitchen floor and repeatedly stabbed him.

She remembers the feeling of power over her father, the endless crimson river of blood that spurted out of his chest;the satisfaction of playing around with one's life.

Maybe that was the reason why she went to Rutledge Asylum.

Cassandra ends her daydream and finds herself at a church. Not just any church, but the church she and her family visited during her precious childhood. She can even see, in a more brighter, happier daydream, her family, all in their Sunday bests, walking into the church.

How time does change people.

She suddenly find herself on the little balcony above the stained-glass window of the  Virgin Mary. Standing on the balcony edge, she mutters the Lord's Prayer. Then thinks.  She has no hope for this world or any need to be in it. She has, though, high hopes for her siblings and knows that they don't need her anymore. And on that though, that happy, precious memory, she turns around and leans back.

But as she falls to her ultimate death, the wind imprisons her final words and would keep them forever.

"Carry me to Heaven's arms. Light the way and let me go. Take the time to take my breath,

and I shall end where I began."

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Would you believe me if i told you I wrote this in a day? I needed to write a Gothic Horror story for homework and, to be honest, it felt nice to update this book again :)

(If you get the asylum reference, then high five!!)

Anywho, thanks for reading this, hope you enjoyed it, and ill see you guys later!

(by that i mean there may be a youtubexreader book coming out, comment requests if you want ^-^)

Until then,

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

GlitterAndGlam out xxx