(Her) Divine Punishment

1 - Grievance

          Nowhere in sight, was the young girl when she held her beautiful eyes shut. Long, light brown locks of hair rested upon her shoulders, her eyelids covering her beautiful red eyes from the misty fog that had attempted to delve into her inner sanity. Upon her knees, and holding her hands in a prayer-like pose, she breathed out a soft sigh before finally opening her eyes. The patch of red from her eyes were lightened from the surrounding darkness.
          A lone grave stood proud in front of her, with a patch of dirt in front of the grave where a spot was recently dug. Because of the surrounding fog, the young girl thought she had been banished to a different world; a world of individuality, of lonesomeness. A place where she could lay in her self sorrow for as long as she needed.
          A single tear fell from her red eyes, and made a gentle and sparkling trail down her cheek, the softness of her pale white skin shined from her painful tear. Slowly, she stood up and stared down at the grave.
          "Here lies Tatum Harper..." Those very words on the grave struck deep in her heart. Her hand reached up to her chest as the pain seeped through her flesh, forcing her to close her eyes and take in another sigh.
          "I'm sorry, Tatum." The young girl, Trinity, spoke in a soft whisper, as though she was personally whispering into her dead fiance's ear, "I feel as though this is my fault... But I suppose that is to be expected."
          The fog grew ever more thicker, so thick that it took upon Trinity's attention. Cough, cough... Cough. This fog, it didn't feel like normal fog anymore. Something was wrong, Trinity could feel it deep in her chest. The painful grieving had suddenly altered it's form and turned into a deepened sense of worry, fear, reluctance.
          Turning away from the grave, it appeared that she was truly in a different dimension. The same bench that she previously sat in before praying upon the grave was not there. The rose banquet she was to give the grave was missing, she remembered leaving it on the bench.
          The dirt trail she walked along to reach this very spot in the distant forest was gone. Well, everything was dirt now.
Her breathing sped up, she could feel her heartbeat accelerate in a speed she had not felt in quite some time. Not since she first met Tatum, who was to be the love of her life.

         It was a rainy day. Color seemed to disappear on that most depressing day. Raindrops hit along the window sill, as if they were trying to get warm from their own cold aura. Trinity sat against the window sill, staring amongst the people who dared walk in the rain, carrying the millions of possible colds that would spread through this sudden storm. Though, one man who had walked just in front of her home caught her attention. He was tall, had on a black trench coat and a fancy looking black hat that fit in well with his trench coat. He was prepared for what came - perhaps that was why Trinity was attracted to him. He looked right at her, as if fate was telling him to. He was handsome, and he immediately held eye contact with her. No words or movements, just a simple stare. But out of no where, he stepped toward her window and placed his hand upon the glass where she helplessly sat behind. His lips formed a smile, though that smile quickly cut through his skin, extending toward the top of his cheeks, ripping through the side of his ear. His teeth grew sharp, and his gums drew blood from his teeth's violent manifestation.
          "TRiNitY...!" He spoke in a deep and disturbing voice, "LET ME IN...!"

          Trinity gasped and awoke from her distant reality, though that reality was only made out of her dreams, a distant nightmare. Ever since her fiance's death, she's been having terrible nightmares about him. Her left hand would rub her forehead, considering she had woken up with a horrid and painful migraine. But when her eyes opened up again, she saw beneath her feet a new trail, though the trail was now made entirely of red... Paint? Kneeling down and taking some of the red material in her finger, she gave it a quick sniff. This was not paint, it smelled like blood. She knew, because she normally had nosebleeds at random times. A few footsteps ahead there was a photograph with a note written on the back.
          Taking the few steps, she went to retrieve the photograph. Upon looking into the darkening photo, she was forced to shake it in the air so the photo would reveal itself. The photo was of Tatum; he was smiling and he had his trusty hunting rifle in his hands. He surely enjoyed hunting. She never really knew what he would normally hunt, but whatever it was, it was a passion of his. Seconds later, the photo darkened again, so she aired out the photo again and looked at the image. Her eyes widened.
          Rage. Anger. The picture of Tatum changed into something much more disturbing. It was captured close to his red face. His mouth was wide, as if he was screaming or yelling with great force. His eyes displayed evil as it stared back at Trinity. One of his hands moved into his hair, messing it up, while the other hand displayed his fingers mimicking claws of a violent creature. The photo scared Trinity, she never saw Tatum look so menacing, so psychotic.
          Turning the photo over, she read the note left to her;