What it means to be human

Epilogue: Alyssa

Alyssa jumped, startled by the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut
"How dare you!" Screamed a blonde haired man advancing towards her
"Brandon? What the hells wrong!" Alyssa questioned, edging herself towards the end of the bed
"Don't talk to me like I'm stupid!" Howled Brandon, lunging forward , trying to hit her, but narrowly missing
"You, of course, you whore! You slept with Andy!" Bellowed Brandon, his face twisted with rage
Alyssa quickly shook her head, then saw her opportunity, so she bolted out past her bed and found herself at the top of the oak staircase
Alyssa looked down her steps, she couldn't even see the bottom in the dark, like a endless pool of oil, drawing her in.
"You think you can get away with this..." Muttered Brandon, slowly walking up to her
"I, I don't know what your talking about, I never did anything with Andy!" Begged Alyssa
"This must be hard for you, being caught, someone seeing you for real, you act like your so kind and loyal, but your nothing but a dirty liar, and a cheat!" Snarked Brandon, arching over her
"Please Brandon, just listen to me!" Begged Alyssa, trying to push away, but he clumsily grabbed onto her jacket and dragged her towards the landing.
Alyssa kicked and screamed, but no avail.
Brandon tugged her up, and casually held her above the top step.
"Please, I swear, I would never do anything to hurt you Brandon" Alyssa whispered, trying to speak through her tears
Brandon tilted his head, then lent in, right into her face
Then, unexpectedly, he smiled
"Oh Alyssa, to think anyone could love you, how blind and foolish they must be" he scowled
Alyssa tried to cry out for help, but no words would form
"Goodbye, bitch!" Laughed Brandon as he gently let go of her jacket, sending her tumbling down the stairs
For Alyssa, it was like the world had become black and white
She could not feel her head cracking and thumping as she fell down the stairs, each one inflicting its own injury. When she found herself lying at the bottom of the stairs, she was limp and lifeless

Her jade eyes bloodshot
Tanned skin stained with bruises and scratches
Pool of scarlet forming from the back of her head
And her long honey brown hair shredded from catching in the uneven stairs

But nothing else
No life in her eyes
Just glazed and empty. One pupil dilated.

Brandon grinned, looking down at his girlfriend, make that ex-girlfriends body, and muttered "cheating whore"
He quickly pulled out a switchblade, then ripped and frayed the orange carpet on the top step, making sure it was obviously damaged.
Then, he flipped his phone open, and called 999
"Oh god, please come quick, I think she tripped on the carpet, I'm such an idiot, I told her I would fix it!" Cried Brandon, trying not to laugh.
When the paramedics arrived they work quickly, one pounded her chest, another shines a torch into her eyes. Nothing, no response. The paramedic lifts her head and slips an oxygen mask over her mouth. They try everything, but there far too late.

Alyssa had passed, murdered, but little did anyone know

She was far from gone