Mission Miss Perfectionist.... The Way to Heaven

It can't be...

There was the noise of police cars cars all around. It was the dead of the night when one could hear a man shouting. He had woken up the whole neighbourhood by his loud, horrified screams. All the people had rushed down their homes to the scene, on hearing the noise. The noise clearly indicated that something was wrong , very very wrong. Two middle aged people with clueless but curious faces, were the first people to come  out at the scene. The cluelessness on their faces was evidently turned into horror and despair, as they saw what had happened.

There, laid their daughter, Amelia Jones,  in a pool of her own blood. Her eyes were closed and her face looker peaceful, the only time it actually did.

*2 hours later*

The police had arrived within minutes as they were informed about the mishap. Most of the people who had come to the scene, had returned to their respective homes. The only people there, we're Amelia's parents, and a few teenage girls.

One of them, sat on a chair with her hand on her forehead as though she was stressed, and depressed; which she in reality was. Her leaf shaped eyes, coloured like that of dark chocolate, we're hung in grief. Her nose, her wide , flat nose with a few freckles sprinkled on it, was running continuously, because of her crying. Her lips, the shade of soft pink, we're quivering every five minutes, thinking about what had happened. Her curly, jet black hair, was untidy, after her hands had gripped them tightly in despair. Her eyes looked so grief stricken and sad.

At this moment, she looked the most disorientated person on the planet.  Maybe she was. Tears flowed out of her eyes, but she didn't even bother to wipe them off her face as though she was too lost in her own world of grief to care about anything else. Suddenly a soft voice called out her name,

"Ashlyn!"

She didn't look up as she was still lost, lost to even realise that someone was calling out her name.

"Ashlyn!" Came the voice again.

This time, she did look up and saw another girl, about her same age. Her eyes, were almond shaped and coloured like wet mud. Her thick eyelashes, had a brownish - blank tint on them. Her lips , which were of a pinkish orange color , were calling out her name. Her wavy hair was in a tight bun.  The big bun, suggested that she had quite long hair.  The short girl, was thin and skinny. She had a perfect figure of a model, but her height pushed her back.

"Yes Illiana?" came Ashlyn's reply.

"Ash... your parents called me, they are saying that you are not picking up their calls. They are so worried about you!"

"Oh. I didn't check my phone since I came here." was Ashlyn's reply.

"Ok. But do talk to them." Said Illiana.

Ashlyn nodded at that. Then, when Illiana started going back, in the direction she came from, Ashlym raised her voice and called her,

"Illiana!" She turned when Ashlyn called her name.

"What happened?" She asked, confused.

"Illy.... Illy.... " Ashlyn could say no more, and burst into tears.

Alarmed , Illiana wrapped her arms around Ashlyn and said,

"What happened Lyn? Darling?" 

"Amelia! She's gone! She .... left .... us! Just ...... like that!" On hearing this, Illiana, finally had a whole look around the scene, and when she did, she realised it, and dropped to her knees and she too broke down.

"Yes..... she is a betrayer. She just thought of her stupid grief she had, didn't even think about us, about all the sadness she would and could cause. I hate her! I hate her so much!  She left us, she is a betrayer! " with that, Illiana, stood up and tried to wipe away her tears and left.  It was clear that she was trying to hide her tears, trying to be strong.

She was the closest to Amelia. This would have caused her so much grief, and truly, it did. This did hit her hard, but she tried not to show it. For the sake of others.

But till when would she be able to hold it? Was what ashlyn thought.

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A healthy, tall girl with an oval shaped face could be seen , running down the stairs of the building. She had round cat like eyes, with hazel coloured eyes. Her shoulder length; black ebony hair, could be seen, whipping her face, as she dashed through the stairs. Her eyes were big for her face, and were covered with black cat eye spectacles. On her way down, she almost crashed into Illiana. Her face, although covered with her hands, could be seen as tear stricken. She truly looked as though in a mess.

"Illy! Oh, Illy ! What happened? You are looking so depressed!  Tell me who do I have to beat up today?" said the girl.

"Thea! Oh Thea! Where were you?"

"Wait. First tell me what happened ok? I just woke up, and got the news, that some mishap had happened, so I rushed downstairs. What hap-?"

Thea couldn't finish, as Illiana had tackled her into a bone crushing hug, and just started bawling her eyes out. Illiana's hair, which was never out of her bun, was now disheveled. She moved her hair a bit side from her face, as it was covering her vision, and what she saw, was horrific.

She pushed aside Illiana, and ran towards Amelia's dead body, which was on a stretcher. She ran and sat beside Amelia,  and poked her face with her finger.

"I-Is this r-real? Are you sure, you are n-not playing a-a prank on m-me?" she asked Illiana, who was standing beside her, stuttering a bit in shock and grief.

When she got no response, she knew the answer. Thea, broke down. Crying out her eyes. Even though Thea was not such a fan of blood, it didn't matter at that time, and she just clutched Amelia's blood socked t-shirt in her hands and just cried in them. Trying to find some warmth of her. Trying to remember her. Trying to revive her. Anything.

She was screaming.

"NO! NO! OH GODS! YOU CANNOT DO THIS! IT CAN'T BE ! IT CAN'T BE!"