GOTTA BE GLITTER LYN!

the Soul who throws glitter at one's eyes

A mantra of Stops were spiralling around my mind. I was slowly melting. I was trapped in something that feels almost like liquid. But blacker. Darker. Moist.

Slowly it turned light, then dark quickly engulfed the light once more. Once more, the eternal screams of someone trying to stop me got louder. Booming in the void of pain and desperation. There was a hint of worry in the voice but I didn't dare to hear more.

I breathed. Round colourful bubbles tumble away from my mouth. I tried twisting my body in this endless darkness. I felt it. The twisting of my body. So real. So damned real. Am I dying? Oh, am I already dead and is at hell?

No. Shouldn't be. I saw it. The reds. I felt it. The immense pain directly from my spine and stomach. I gasped then I panted I cried hot tears. But it seems only I thought the heat was tears. Blood came out of my eyes joining my tears.

No. I was now engulfed inside the reds and blacks of this painfully realistic void. I was like an ant to this endlessly dark and yet... relaxing mixed with fear and worry void.
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Lyn sat up from her bed and panted while harshly gripping her stomach until there were cresent red visible on the poor abused skin of hers. She yanked herself out of bed and quickly ran to her bathroom then twisted the tap of her sink hurriedly and washing her face with icy cold water.

'That was scary...' she thought as she once more washed her face. She twisted the tap a little softer this time towards the opposite direction then she let out a breath she had been tiredly holding on.

Bellow her eyes was a thick black line. She hadn't slept for a whole week and now, sleep has surprised her with a childhood nightmare once more. She angrily huffed in annoyance and rolled her eyes on her mind's dramatic and quite poetic thought.

She took her time adjusting to the dark light inside her house as she tried to find her face towel. Her lips moved upwards in victory as she found her face towel inside an open closet in the kitchen. She wondered why she even place something as useful as that in a kitchen closet that would only be opened once a month.

There was actually nothing but unopened boxes inside the kitchen closet and she hoped there was no food inside any of the boxes. She closed the kitchen closet and walked towards her bathroom once more to place the face towel on the bathroom counter.

She frowned when her clock started ringing the same annoying sound. The ringing was really starting to get to her now. She annoyedly fetched herself hot water and dumped the hot water on the clock as revenge for being on her top 10 most annoying things human have ever invented.

She then grabbed her black hoodie and a short red skirt. Lyn was annoyed yes, but that does not stop her from doing her work. A psycho serial killer who didn't kill at leat 3 people in a day does not count as a legendary serial killer at all.

She snorted at her own words. Like she killed only 3 people in a day. These age and time many wants someone they utterly hate to be assasinated immediately. She cringed at her first customer was telling her to kill his ex-girlfriend as brutally as Lyn could possibly do.

Don't get her wrong. Lyn absolutely loved her job and honestly her customer's request brought pleasure down her cool frightened spine. She packed a few giant nails and a hammer and also a few cigarretes.

Her customer told her his ex!girlfriend was a very heavy smoker. And you should bet your life Lyn wouldn't play around and make this ex of her customer knows that she was just a mere girl compared to Lyn.

Lyn smirked darkly at her thoughts and then went outside in search for her very first victim. She researched her customer's ex last night and found out that she was actually a well-known carpenter. Seems like her customer hit a jackspot but didn't checked if the jackspot machine even worked that day.

The nails and hammer represents that a carpenter should die with her carpenter husband. As those fathers in church says when someone's marrying. "Till death will you part" Lyn muttered in glee.

Any passerbys in near proximity to her would slowly back away or think she was reciting for her wedding or something. Lyn walked quite fast and then she saw it. The carpenter girl's house. Big but inconvenient. Lyn thought and laughed at her own humor as she climbed the house using a graple. Nobody was really there bacause it was working time and those who were there didn't even notice Lyn who was now climbing to reach the roof.

Lyn sighed happilly as she reached the top. Next time she should really just buy a hair clip to break in faster. No noise needed she mindlessly said to herself. Mainly to convice herself that it was easier. And to humor the hair clip sellers that they were really trying to help robbers.

She giggled unintentionally as she searched for a perfect spot to make a hole for herself to enter. Lyn easily founded it and she proceeded to crush a hole big enough to fit her. After, she entered with ease and ended in the attic. Dark but the small room had a small trapdoor right bellow her. She laughed at the house owner's stupidness. And went down.

Author's note:

Hey there guys. I thought i'd make something gory and boom! You got this. Hope you Stars enjoyed this as much as I did while writing.

Cya Stars and skys buh-bye☆