The news ran in the back ground, a struggling station that mostly ran odd phenomenons and the occasional tribute to a celebrity s death. At the moment it was running a old document on dallas, a town that up until recently had people drop to the ground bleeding from apparent stab wounds in the neck and leg area at random times.
The girl in the room cleaned up her 17th birthday mess with the companionship of her silent fish. She only stopped to watch the speacil when she finished her chores, she looked at the screen blankly. She had a stubborn feeling that she knew the place, but where from she didnt know.
It went to a commercial break, leaving the girl bored in a stiff leather chair that needed repairing. Actual, it probably needed one a decade ago. The show came back on, and the first image she saw was of her, she was staring at the bloody pile of flesh at her feet. Not without satisfication at what happened.
What was she doing there? And whats with that smile? She switched the tv off feeling a bit uncomfortable with the connections her mind was making. It was impossible, unthinkable that she was somehow connected to murdering those people.
Behind her was a invisible person, her once vibrant colors a duller but not quite white version of her. A sad expression on her face as if abandoned by something or one. A tear rolked down her face and landed on the freshly 17 girl. It made her look back but she didnt see or sense her guest.
"I must be going crazy." She muttered then left the room for the night. If what she got could be called sleep, it was fitful to say the least. Her mind wouldn't calm enough to be peaceful, and from a dusty old corner of her mind she heardva voice ever so faintly. What it said was indistingushiable from the wind but there was a strong sense that she was all the better off that way.
The faded one left the dingy little home for the park, where life vibrated around her. Dogs barked, teens smoked, bakerys baked goods that once tasted so good. Now, all the senses were dulled just like her. A confectionary sugar bomb tasted no diffrent than mud now. It reminded her of diffrent times when overeating was a burden.
The dark memories closed around her, all the blood from the class. Her sister staring horrified as the once invisible girl now appeared in crimson. Sticky, stringy guts hanging as ornaments. That, that night she lost her sister in disgarded memories. The emotions swallowed up the world killing the life around her, blood splatters appeared as ghost on her body until she was under control.
This was the curse she put on herself, this curse would bring death.
