the boarders

Aurelia

Aurelia stumbled into the dark room, swaying slightly, due to downing an entire bottle of Grey Goose, and not to mention, the ridiculously high Dior heels she was wearing.

Suddenly, a harsh light blinded her for a second, so much so, that she felt slightly faint and wished she could sit down somewhere.

The floor was freezing cold, even colder than the minus-degrees weather she was used to on her holidays to Aspen. She missed those holidays. Smiling with her friends, posing for a photo in nothing but her Burberry bikini - baring the cold for that perfect picture.

But now she was here, and by the looks of it, she wouldn't be going to Aspen, or anywhere, any time soon.

"Aurelia." Said a voice, clear and staccato. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recognised that voice; but for the life of her she couldn't remember who it belonged to.

"...yes?" Aurelia faltered. For the first time in her life, she felt terrified. The worst thing about it, was that she couldn't see who was speaking to her, because the light shone so brightly into her eyes that any image of a person wasn't visible.

"I've been waiting for this moment." Said the voice again, with some meaning this time, a menacing tone lacing every word. Aurelia swallowed the vomit that was building up in her throat, this was it. She was going to die. She was going to fucking die, getting murdered by some psycho bitch who she didn't - or did - know.

This wasn't how she was supposed to die. She was supposed to die at the age of one-hundred and three, like her grandmother, the golden-age Hollywood actress, who's funeral had been gorgeous and she'd passed away beautifully; almost gracefully.

Aurelia wasn't the type to get murdered.

A jolt of pain rushed through her body, shocking her back to reality. This person, if they were even a person, was pinching her, so hard that it made Aurelia's vision blur for a moment; the pain sending urgent messages to her brain.

Half-dazed, she tried to see who was pinching her, but it seemed like no one was there. Maybe they'd gone? Got bored of her? No, thought Aurelia, no one ever gets bored of me.

She looked down at her hands, where the person had been pinching her, and nearly let out a stream of vomit when she saw them.

Needles were skewered into the palms of her hands, ruby red blood dripping down onto the harsh, cold floor.

Falling back in shock, Aurelia gazed up half between life and death to see a figure standing in front of her, her killer. She knew them.

"How could you?" Aurelia howled, at the pain in her body and the betrayal of this person who she loved so much. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Aurelia screamed this time, her voice echoing off of the walls.

"You know perfectly well why, you little skank." Said the voice, before smacking Aurelia's head onto the rock-hard floor and, when they suspected that there was no life left in the little brat, walking over to the floor length mirror to admire their reflection.