Glistening in the Moonlight

Prologue

Silence filled the air. Charlotte could hear her heartbeat, fast as a racehorse. The weather was murky grey, appropriate for Scarlet Oak's lamenting sorrow. But no one felt it as much as she did. It was a pain worthy of sucking the blood out of her veins, a pain so unbearable Charlotte collapsed onto the ground. "It isn't worth it," she thought to herself. "There is nothing for me to live for anymore and there never will be." 

Charlotte felt alone. One limp body laying on the radiant, shining green grass. The irony was, it resembled how she used to be a few years ago. Those few years felt like centuries now, and no trace of that girl was left anymore. Out of her pocket fell a blood crusted pocketknife. She shivered at the sight of it, the memory haunting her, still so fresh... 

"Is this really the end?" The question echoed in her mind. 

Charlotte knew. It was time. 

She lifted up the silver handle and studied her reflection in its mirror, one last time. Charlotte did not recognize this monster. All the passion was sucked out of her cold, gray eyes and her face was pale as paper. But she blocked those thoughts out. Nothing would matter in a few minutes, it would all be over. 

Charlotte quickly stabbed her neck with grace, a skillfully sharp injection, as if she had practice. 

"I'm sorry, Tom."