Short Stories

Until the End

The air smells like purple, expectant, anticipating, with a bit of cold, wet air . I pull my scarf tighter around my neck. But I have butterflies. Even though I'm just going to , it's nice to get out of the hospital. I open the door to the bookstore. And here come the stares. They're afraid of me, it's okay though, I'm afraid of me too. I of course deserve this. I mean people just don't walk around with a spiked jacket, and a pin that says St. Caedwalla of Wessex's Mental Hospital. I guess I deserve all of this. But I'm still better than them, so it doesn't bother me too much, but I can feel their stares.The colours in here taste a metallic blood, with a hint of wood. 

It was a complete disarray of colored pencils, I thought, My different coloured eyes stared expectantly at the paper. 'How curious', most people say"How odd that you have one green eye, one brown eye.' Yeah I took that observation upon myself, I see myself in a mirror every day. (Lanky, brown hair -sigh-, ya know the eyes by now, green and brown). I'm on my way to get some books, maybe some new art paper from the book store down the street. The air outside is cold, but I'm just fine wearing a sweater and jeans (my apartment has no heat.) The landscape is filled with dirty snow and litter. As I open the door, I see a guy, in the corner. I grin at him, and he grins at me. I sit down at the same oak table. What can I say, I'm a flirt.

Some random girl came she has the prettiest green and brown eyes. She says to me;"Hi, what's your name?" in which I reply with "Aaron" "I'm Merle." She says, then her eyes flicker down to the tag. "Do you work there?" she whispers "Not exactly." I  smiled flickering across my lips. Follow me," I say "There's something really cool I got to show you. I slide out of the creaky wooden chair, and as does she. What a hopeless romantic isn't she,-yeah she's really hopeless, but she's still pretty, most people would say she was beautiful. We walk toward the back of the store. She looks at me expectant, with the green brown eyes. I smiled.

I leaned in for a kiss. It was a long kiss, and I'd like to say was the most magical part of my life. I blushed like a maniac after as I pant. Then he reaches into his pocket.

I pull out my knife and carve her eyes out, ripping out the little gems, stabbing her head. It was too sudden, too fast, for her to scream, just a deep inhale that died in her throat. I lay her down, and put a book over her hopeless head, lean her against a wall, just so. There, now she could be sleeping. 

" Murderer Caught, Mental Hospital Escapee

St. Caedwalla of Wessex's Mental Hospital invests in higher security.

Family of Victims Mourn Their Daughter's Death 

On December 12, 2016, a -now convicted-murderer who is named'Ash Venne', but constantly refers to himself as 'Aaron' has been arrested this morning, the day after he brutally murdered Merle Lamarche. 'We really miss our little girl,' they said. St. Caedwalla of Wessex's Mental Hospital has yet to reveal what Ash Venne has wrong with him."

A/N That escalated quickly, and Ash is a sociopath, a little off the deep end if you were to ask me. I bet you where expecting fluff...