Black Roses Red

Chapter Four

Authors Note : We felt so sad, when writing this one, this is basically about her dreams, and we wanted you to understand a little better about what exactly she has done. The bits in italics are explaining what's happening in her dream.  The song on the right is a great song and really reminds me of Eve so listen to it :D Anyway Hope you enjoy!

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On Thursday night, the nightmares came back. And they were worse then ever.

Since I'd moved to England, the nightmares had not been coming. I thought maybe they'd stopped for good but I couldn't have been more wrong.

The nightmares were always just like recaps, like there was a video in my head playing over and over again the horrible things I'd done, but this time they were a lot more.

They all started with me walking into my older sister Dylan's room.

She was sleeping on her belly, so her face was not visible to me, she had her lush blonde hair spread across her pillow, as I removed the blanket from her body, I noticed the blood stains on her night suit, I let out a pitchy scream, but quickly covered my mouth with my hands. 

I turned her body, trying to avoid touching the blood stains on her clothing, even through her clothes she felt icy cold, I needed to confirm what I already believed to be true.

Her eyes were left open and they weren't the bright blue they used to be, the colour was draining from her skin and she was almost as white as a plain piece of paper. 

I moved my hands away from her lifeless corpse, and felt a tear dribble out of my right eye.

I lifted my hands up and saw the scarlet colour on my hands my own sisters blood.

The blood was still extremely wet as was dripping on the floor, I began to panick and wonder what I should do after all I was so young and I hadn't meant for any of this to even happen.

I rushed to the bathroom, and began to wash the blood off my hands, I scrubbed away at them  with soap making the skin feel sore and raw, but as hard as I tried the blood wouldn't scrape away, I started to bite my nails, but then an idea came to me, I opened the cupboard and chucked everything that I didn't need out.

Finally I found the bleach bottle I had been looking for, I poured the liquid onto my skin, and began to scrub again this time harder using my nails, my skin began to burn and turn red, but I didn't stop. As I continued, the blood didn't budge, it remained on my skin.

I threw myself onto the floor, glistening tears formed in my eyes and hovered for a moment before gushing uncontrollably down my cheeks. In my head I could hear the voices of my dad, sisters, teachers, and girls that were supposed to be my friends.

"You did this, you don't deserve to live."

"You're only good for one thing, and that's opening your legs for men just like your mother was, do you understand?"

"Why don't you do us all a favour and just die?"

"I wish you had never been born, you ruined my life."

"You're an evil, evil little girl."

"You're devil's spawn!"

"Get out of this house right now, and never come back."

Images of their faces flashed through my mind with everything they said. I covered my ears and blocked out everything they were saying, but as hard as I tried, the words kept coming at me like bricks.