Drop dead

Chapter 3. Written in red

Elizabella

He's their poster boy. Of course he is. He's an angel who can do no wrong.

While, he rots away in a jail cell with another name on it.

I look down at the spray can I found in the old parking lot, and smile, if I can't prove his guilt, than at least I can taint his perfect reputation. It's red, so it's perfect.

Nobody seems to notice, too focused on their own life.

"Hey! Stop what your doing!" A man shouts and I turn around to see a police car pulling up, I drop the spray can and run.

It won't matter if they get my fingerprints, and find a match, they'll never believe it's me.

I can outrun him easily.

People have to know the truth.

I stop by the lake in the park, and stare at my reflection. I don't recognise myself anymore. They once told me I was beautiful, would they still say the same today?

What would he say? Would he still love me?

Like the ugly duckling, maybe I could become beautiful again.

"You alright there, sweetie?" I look up to see an old women, her hair greyer than her eyes.

"Yeah, of course" I reply and she nods but doesn't move.

"Are you sure about that? Because people who are okay don't usually want to murder an innocent lake" she says, her voice raspy.

"Who says it's the lake I want to murder" I reply, and she sighs

"That can be taken two ways, that you either want to kill yourself, or someone's hurt you bad enough that you want to kill them" she says, "and I don't think you want to die, so who hurt you?"

"Nobody that concerns you" I tell her, because why am I even talking to her? She's a stranger, someone who will stab me in the back the first.

"That's understandable" she hums, "you know I have a granddaughter who might be around your age, Paige, pretty thing, she's just lost her way recently"

"I don't think I know a Paige" I tell her and she nods, I don't know anyone in this life.

"I wouldn't think so, she only runs in certain circles these days, the ones that are leading her down a dark path. Bad influences, all of them, especially that boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend. I'm not entirely sure what's going on between them recently. She's more distant these days and I just can't work out why" she says sadly

"I'm sure everything will work itself out" I say

"Maybe in a fairytale" she sighs, "I'd better get going"

"It was nice meeting you"

"You too, darling"

I liked her, too bad I'll never see her again. I wonder what her granddaughter's deal is, maybe if I ever get the chance to meet her, I can ask her.

I walk back to the vacant beach house, the family only uses it during the summer, and I told the neighbours that I was a family friend, and they weren't the prying type, they mind their own business and I mind mine. It will be fine as long as I get out of here by the summer holidays, they'll never know I've even been here. Unless the neighbours bring it up, but by then I'll be long gone.

My favourite room in the house, is small pink room made for the little girl, it reminds me of home and who I used to be.

I can tell that she has a huge imagination and loves animals, and fairies.