Sorry if this sucks. I just got bored and made a charcater. I hope to continue this story, but it is entirely your choice.
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I never thought monsters were real. Not until she appeared. I was closing up the dance studio one night, when the door opened.
"Sorry. We're closed for the night," I said as I stuffed my dance clothes into a duffel bag.
"Will you teach me how to dance?" a quiet voice said. I turned around and saw a small girl. She had black hair, blue eyes, and was very pale and skinny.
"Oh sweetie, where are your parents?" I asked.
"I don't know. They left me when I was younger. I don't really remember them," she replied. I felt sorry for this girl. My parents abandoned me as a child too, so I knew how it felt. I thought that there was no reason for a parent to leave their child, so I took her in. I wish I didn't.
Once we got to my apartment, I asked her how old she was. She said she was ten. It made me depressed when I saw how frail and skinny she was. I just wanted to help her. That's all I wanted to do. I asked her what her birthday was. She said sometime in May. We decided on May 2nd. I asked her her name. She said she didn't have one. We decided to call her Bela.
Over the years, I tried to help her make friends. She never did. She was always quiet, and usually stayed in her room.
I taught her ballet. It was easy to learn, and she caught on quickly. Sometimes, when I walked past her room, I could her practicing. She had her first recital when she was seven years old. She did a flawless job. She continued to do two recitals a year. It was her birthday, and she was turning 16, when she did her 15th recital. It was a night that I will never forget. If I remember correctly, she had started watching shows about serial killers throughout history. I usual look through her history on her laptop, and lately, all she had been doing was researching different kinds of knives, guns, swords, etc. One stood out to me. She had searched ways to torture people.
On that night, before the show had started, one of my other ballerinas went missing. Someone said that they saw her run out of the back door, bleeding. So I went to the back, only to find her dead. I tried to warn everybody, I tried to stop the show, but when I got back to the dressing rooms, my other three ballerinas were dead. I started to look for Bela. I stopped when I heard a song playing. It was Mahler's 'Songs on the Death of Children.' I looked out on the stage to see Bela dancing to it, and the audience was all calmed by her dancing. She held two daggers, and danced around the room. Everyone kept their eyes on her. She was wearing a tutu with a black top and a red skirt, a red mask with black lace, some sort of necklace, black ballet slippers, red gloves, and white tights. I looked into the eye-holes of her mask, and all I saw was black. Not her beautiful blue eyes, but just black ones. I walked over to her, and I snatched it off. Once I did, her blue eyes were visible again. I could see the lenses in the eye-holes of the mask. She took it back gently, and placed it on.
Then, she danced over to some man, took a dagger, and slit his throat. I stood there in shock, tears started to stream down my face. Everyone else still seemed calm as she danced. Then, she went to a couple, and stabbed them at the same time. I was about to scream, but she pointed at me, and I couldn't open my mouth. She continued to kill everyone in the audience, two by two. I started to cry hysterical. I could feel her walking towards me. She knelled down, and lifted up my head.
"Don't cry mommy. You will join them soon," she said. Then she snapped her fingers. She smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek, grabbed her daggers and her iPod, and danced away. I was confused. She said she would kill me. I still don't know why she didn't kill me then.
But now I do. I have a rare disease called Dercum's disease. I am going to die soon. I have been sitting in a hospital bed for awhile now. I saw Bela on the news. Except, they don't call her Bela now. She's called the Ballerina, and she is labeled as a dangerous serial killer. She was on for a week, but then she went missing. It is said by witnesses, she plays a dark classical piece, that she plays so loud you can hear it three houses down. She can also give people diseases, deadly diseases.
So if you hear the classical music, that play so loud, you can hear it three houses down, run as fast as you can. I don't know if it can help, but you should at least try. Don't call the police either. She isn't some killer that the police can easily catch. She's a monster. I shouldn't have helped her, I know. But it's not my problem. I won't be living much longer. She will be your problem soon. I won't have to live with the regret of helping her, but you will have to live with fear of running into her. Good luck.
