She sat in the dark, on the floor; the moonlight penetrated the glass window, casting an eerie shadow across her snow white face. Outside, the wind was howling like a pack of wild dingos.
A bottle of red nail polish lay opened beside her, as she slowly painted strokes of red on her nails. Her dark black hair tumbled to one side on her face. As she returned the cover the bottle, she straightened her hand to see the final product of her work. She smiled; painting her nails was one the few joys in her life.
People who did not know her feared her, and those who knew her thought of her as a happy child while those that really knew her, never existed. She always kept to herself when it came to personal matters and feelings, never allowing anyone to penetrate the wall she built around herself. She had lost too much in this life.
The vibration of the cellphone against the wooden floor broke the silence of the room. She picked it up and brought it to her ear. Leaning her back against the wall, she answer softly
“ Hello?”
A deep electronically voice cracked through the audio.
“Project Scarlett , Your target is the senator. Information that you need has been sent to your phone. Dispose of him .Make it clean.” Followed by a click at the end.
Clearly the message was recorded.
She stood up and walked across the room to her bed. Her life was simple. No extravaganza furniture. A mattress, a pillow and blanket were all there was in the corner of the room.
As she lay down on the thin material, the two metal rings that were strung together on a necklace gave a clang. She laid her head on the pillow, stared at the full moon and wondered why something so beautiful could look so lonely and sad. But most of all , she wandered why it hurt so much in her chest.
After the accident, she woke up alone, paralyzed waist down, all her family dead from the crash. A man came to her , offering to bring back her ability to walk again but in return she had to work for him. What had she to loose? She had lost everything in the crash already..so she signed the papers.
As a single tear fell from her grey eye, she turned her back towards the window and cried herself to sleep, hoping to wake up with a clean slate of mind.
