From beyond the grave! (A one shot)

I grasped for the knife, my bony fingers holding it in a steel grip. I placed the note within the room, where hopefully someone would find it in the near future. The window was slightly ajar; a light breeze is creeping in through the opening sending a shiver down my spine.

         I thrust the dagger into my gut. As the knife bit into my stomach I collapsed against the creaky floorboards, wiping my bloodstained hands against the crumbling walls as I fell.

         I gave out a loud shriek, piercing through the ears of any street pedestrians on the other side of the wall. I heard footsteps thundering up the stairs in what seemed to be hurried. Rushing upstairs like a heard of wild bull.

         Then, I saw a light. I felt at peace with the world, a tingling sensation caressing my body. I walked towards the light; I was, for the first time in my life, happy.

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“I thudded up the stairs a sudden panic falling upon me. My hands were trembling, my lips quivering, my whole body overcome with fear. I didn’t know what was happening but I had a feeling it wasn’t just another broken nail. I ran down the hallway in a hurry. I swung open the ram shackled door, my heart racing like a crazed horse. And there lay my beautiful daughter Georgia, choking in a pool of her own blood. I-I-I just can’t believe that she’s gone” Ms Smith sobbed “It was that Harry boy I’ll bet, he’s always had it in for her since they broke up. I never liked him in the first place. He always seemed, quite, unstable if you know what I’m saying.” The officer nodded and continued to gnaw on his cheese sandwich absorbing all the information the mourning woman had provided. The officer went to speak before realizing he had a mouthful of cheese. He finally swallowed and prepared to ask a question before being interrupted by the distraught woman,

“ That Harry Rainhill gets right on my last nerves.”

*

‘Knock, knock, knock!’ The officer struck on the door. The confused Master Rainhill opened the door, tears pouring down his face and trickling off his delicate chin. He was a handsome boy, his emerald-green eyes in perfect harmony with his flaxen hair. His flawless, tanned skin highlighted his beautifully chiselled cheeks.

         “Can I help you officer?” questioned the young man with a voice as sweet as an angel despite the tears he was choking back. The officer stepped into the dimly lit hallway, striding down to the front room and occasionally tripping over shoes that had been left in the hall. As he entered the front, there, on the couch was a bloodstained knife in the almost empty room. Without any explanation to the man, the officer arrested and dragged the distraught gentleman along the corridor, his head swaying violently as the officer scraped his knees along the floorboards.

         The officer thrust open the carriage door allowing Harry time to jump back onto his feet before being pushed into the carriage and landing with a thud.

*

        The handsome Harry walked out onto the street, his wrists red and stinging from the manacle. He looked calm, almost happy, as if this was what he wanted. He stepped onto the platform and they lowered the cable and secured it around his neck and with his last dying breath his whispered,

“Georgia, I love you.”

         As he closed his eyes for the last time, a figure approached him. The woman had long brown hair and hazel eyes to make any man swoon. Staring into the most beautiful woman’s face he’d ever seen. A single lock of hair falling down her face cloaking the freckles on her right cheek.

“Georgia.” She took him by the hand and escorted him to light.

*

Devlin, Georgia’s mother was sorting through old photos of her beloved daughter. A single tear rolled down her pastel cheek. She tiptoed upstairs, her fingers trembled, she wandered down the hallway. The door creaked open as she trod into the room, she stared at the blood splattered floor her bloodshot eyes scoured the room.

 A lock of hair was on the bed, and the family picture on a slight slope on the wall with the hook splitting the plaster.

         Poking out of a photo frame was what looked like a key, she immediately identified the key to be the one from Georgia’s diary. The distraught woman began scouring through the drawers for the blue book that she had given the deceased girl for the Christmas previous.

          As she opened the blue book a piece of rotted yellow paper. She unfolded the paper and read the note, it was addressed to Harry. Her fingers were trembling but the temptation was unbearable and she began to read.

Dear Harry,

            The pressure was too much to handle, keeping secrets about our love from my mother. You were always miserable and it became unbearable to watch. You cut your wrists and that upset me, you promised you’d stop but when I would visit you I would still find bloodstained knifes. I will always love you

                                             G ♥

And Georgia’s mother cried herself to sleep.