Your Worst nightmare

Prologe

Prologe:

I smiled as the smell of coffee wafted though the house. To day was my eighttenth birthday, a day that my parents had been dreading since before i was born.

It was the year of 1946. I had a job at the local speakeasy(unbeknown to them) and had caught the eye of many local boys.

I of course already had a suiter though, father had me engaged to him since i was thirteen. Hes about two years older than myself, and was a complete dear, easy on the eyes too.

I scanded my wardrobe before choosing a red satin knee length dress with black boots. It was early November in Brooklyn, NewYork.

Antonio said that if I wanted, i could go to the speakeasy early today to help redecorate. Of coarse i wanted to, they all have horrible fashion since(except for Toni's wife Claira).

Grabbing a small cup of coffee and kissing my Pa on the cheek, i was out the door and on the was to Valastro's.

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It was only a five minute walk to Valastro's, so i decieded to take the long way through the Park. Walking past the bathroom, i saw a woman, no older than twenty five, struggling to get off the ground. As I approched her, i was lots of cuts up and down her arms, legs, and her pale blue dress was in tatters.

She noticed my presence, and looked up at me with big pleading blue eyes. The same exsact color, shade and shape as my own. Her hair was only a shade darker then my golden locks, falling in uneven pieces.

"Sister?"

The girl spoke in a raspy voice, as if she had been screaming for hours. Prehaps she had. I gave her an appoligetic look. "I'm truly sorry ma'am," i said, extending my hand to help her stand."but i think you've mistaken me for someone else."

She grasped my hand and pulled herself up straight. After she regained her footing, i realized she was maybe only half an inch shorter than me. I felt spooked, violated and creeped out all at the same time.

"No Marilyn, you must be mistaken. I AM your sister." She practically demanded. I was shaking in fear, and she seemed to enjoy it; the fear.

I gulped, "Umm well, then, whats your name?" She chuckled, her eyes becoming all black," I have gone by many names over the years,"

she grabbed a knife from out of the small purse she had on her, her skin had become deathly pale, her vains and hair turned black as well,"but what i am to you," in my terror, I didnt reached fast enough to the next action.

She had thrust the knife into my chest, going for a painful death. As my life flashed before my eyes, i saw her smirking over my fallen body.

"is your worst nightmare."