The Misfortunes of Ervy (M.O.E.)

A Look Into Ervy's Past Life: Beautiful Killer (A Journal Entry)

Dear Yellow Pad Paper, 

I'm depressed. I'm sad. I'm furious. I'm filled with hatred. I don't really know.

My parents actually thought that I was going loony, and decided that a trip to the doctor's was the best idea. Well you know what? It only made things worse.

The psychiatrist was a grangly old man with greying hair, crooked teeth, wrinkled skin and a body that screams, "I'm old! I'm brittle!" He said he was Dr. Zed Viceyor, a specialist for depressed people. Yeah right. How can some old hag help emotional, suicidal people on the verge of breaking down, or worse, broken down already? I mean, it's not like I'm one but still.

He's actually the reason why I'm writing this stupid entry anyways. He said it will make things easier for me if I vent out what I'm feeling on this piece of paper, instead of telling him everything. He said it will make me feel better afterwards, but I don't know about that.

Because I can't calm down. No matter what I do, no matter what I say, I just can't.

If you're in my shoes, you'd probably feel the same way. I mean, what else would you feel if somebody you loved betrayed you in the worst way imaginable?

Yeah, there was a girl. Her name was Leaney Haffhelm. I met her at school, and badabim badaboom! I fell completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with her. She was the perfect girl, so kind, beautiful, sweet, loving, caring.

I thought it was love. I thought it was forever. I thought it was destiny.

But oh, how wrong I was. So wrong, so foolish, so stupid.

I fell for her false affection. I failed to see past her deception. I was trapped in her intricately-spun web of lies. She was the spider, and I was the helpless fly.

You'd probably think I'm just being a real wuss because I'm so affected by the fact that she lied to me. You'd probably say, "C'mon man. Everyone goes through heartbreaks like that. You just need to get over her. Find a girl, move on." Oh, how I wish it were that easy.

It would have been better if all she did was lie to my face. I would have gotten over her by now, now that two months had passed. But no, that wasn't all she did.

You know what she did? She kidnapped me. Put me in an underground hideout, tied me up, and starved me for days. Sometimes she would beat me. Sometimes she would leave me alone to wallow in self-pity.

But then she revealed that she was actually a fairy. If she had told me that back when we were "together", I probably would've laughed at her face. Fairies, really? Those were for bedtime stories!

However, I was in no position to laugh. I was her captive, and she toyed with me by casting spells that invoke such unbearable pain in my body. She used her purple flame to burn me alive, but not quite enough to kill me.

She kept muttering something about revenge and reclaiming what was rightfully hers. From who? From me? No way. I have nothing. I'm just a mere human.

And then one day, she told me that my blood was fascinating. That was something that made me truly fear her. I wanted to scream that there was nothing special about me, not my blood, not anything. But I couldn't, not with my parched throat and my crumpled resolve.

She continued on, saying that my blood was the perfect tool to feed her, to make her power stronger. But before that, she wanted to see me suffer.

By then, I honestly didn't care about what she did to me. I didn't even mind if she ended my pitiful, miserable life for me. But she thought otherwise.

To my horror, she kidnapped my brother and my parents. I could only watch as she injected a clear serum into my parents' systems, and suddenly, they were her puppets.

With an evil smile, she ordered them to kill my brother. And I could do  nothing. I could only writhe and scream in pure agony as they repeatedly stabbed my sibling, straight through the heart, over and over again.

Through teary eyes, I saw his lifeless body fall limply to the floor, eyes still wide open in terror, blood leaking out from his chest uncontrollably.

I was so angry. I wanted to kill her, I really did. I wanted to gauge her eyes out. I wanted to rip her skin off. I wanted to tear her apart from limb to limb.

But I was weak. I was powerless against her. I was nothing next to her.

I didn't know what happened after that. All I know is that I was knocked out and brought to the hospital along with my parents.

The worse thing was that my parents forgot everything that transpired. I was the only one cursed to remember that wretched day.

Now, they don't believe me. They think I've gone insane, slipped into depression because I lost my brother in a robbery that resulted into murder at our own home. Robbery, yeah right.

I can't move on. I can't forgive and forget.

Because as long as that woman is alive, I will not be silenced.

Who knows which other people she will lure with that alluring smile, that captivating beauty, that profound kindness which once stole my heart?

Yeah, she's a killer, a beautiful killer, a nightmare that will be etched deep into my soul for as long as I exist.