Act 1: The Murder
Her giggles pierced my ears as I walked down the rugged street. I froze, closing my eyes and smelling the air. The little girl’s giggles filled my ears again and this time I felt a nudging on my leg. I slowly looked down as if she was a stray dog that would be scared any second. My eyes retreated at the sight of her bright curly hair pinned to the back of her head. I could feel her small warm hands clutching my stone cold legs. She never looked up but didn’t stop giggling; I smiled as memories flooded back .My family sitting under the big tree in the park, my cousin and I braiding each other hair. Then the cold truth of what happened came over me and I couldn’t help but shiver. The little girl’s noises stopped and when I looked down to see what had happened she was looking up at me, her wide, innocent blue eyes watching me. Her lip quivering slightly as if she had seen a ghost. I lifted my hand up to show her I would not harm her but instead her eyes began to glisten with tears of fear.
I pitied myself for being this way, I was only diagnosed with anorexia for what felt like days but it had been years since people began to fear me but I had always been ghost like. My pale skin and light eyes made me seem like a drawing gone wrong. The little girls hands grew cold and she began to withdraw but I began to whisper, “Hello” she stopped and looked up at me again but she was no longer scared but curious “My names Mildred” I said “What’s your name?”.
“My names Felicity” she replies, her voice growing more confident. We introduced ourselves and began to talk more, at first we were both nervous but then we were sitting on the dried out grass watching the cars drive by. Felicity is an only child and her parents drop her off at the park just a few blocks away and go to work. “Felicity is better off with me, her parents don’t deserve to keep her if they just dump her and leave” my thoughts over took my conscious and then I was growing angry. Before I could speak again I heard her name being called and soon the warmth by my side slowly grew colder as she skipped away.
After that, I watched her walk home from school every day. Her two plaits bouncing down her back as she skipped home, I watched her while she slept. Her baby eyes twitching as the nightmares haunted her, I yearned to reach out and comfort her but I knew I shouldn’t. One night her parents were arguing about something unimportant and my thoughts began to grow once more. “Why are they arguing when they have such a lovely daughter, she should be there only priority” my thoughts accused the parents longer and longer until I knew I had to do something. I smashed the window and jumped in, I looked up at their horror shocked faces. “How dare you fight when your daughter is next door?!” I hissed accusingly, they looked frightened but my body was no longer mine to control. I pounced, a piece of broken glass in my hand as images of my parent’s bodies lying on the floor. Their blood on my fingers as I touched there lifeless faces. The parent’s bodies piled upon each other, each throat slit, their eyes colourless.
Suddenly felicity opened the door, her sleepy eyes blinking away the calling slumber. She didn’t look at me but at her parent’s lifeless bodies. Her eyes widened and her eyes began to glisten. I heard her heart begin to speed up; instead of running to them she ran down the corridor, I followed her easily. My curiosity burning away my anger. She opened the front door and ran down the street, leaving a trail of tears behind. I stopped at the front door and looked back. The feeling of my racing heart felt good. I smiled for the first time in ten years and followed Felicity back down the street.
I know short chapter but tell me if you like it?
