I'm locked in my room so I can't escape. The King says I am crazy. Maybe he is right. Maybe he has made me crazy.
The walls are bleeding. It's Eva's blood, falling in rivers down the stone, shining in the moonlight, shining like her hair used to. The hair that will never shine again.
I try avoiding her blood, running, pounding at the walls, but it only falls faster, pooling on my head, making the floor beneath me wet and sticky.
I see her, standing in front of me. I see the executioner, standing behind her, raising his ax, but I am powerless to stop it, unable to move. I am a statue, and I see the marble engulfing my wrists, holding me down.
The blood keeps falling.
Eva screams for me, but when I try to call back, a hand clamps over my mouth. "Guilty." A voice announces, and I bite the hand. It tastes like rotting flesh.
"Be quiet." Another voice hisses, but I do not recognize it, I do not care.
More blood. It is up to my ankles now.
Then it is Kassidy, standing in front of me, grief-striken, her eyes black, swirling pools of blood. "You killed her." She says, tears running down her face. "It was you, Princess Valarie. You raised the ax."
I don't stop her as she runs and grabs my hair, yanking me down, scratching at my face and neck.
The blood is waist deep now.
It keeps rising, Kassidy keeps screaming, I don't fight her. Eva is there now, her face sweet and caring, but as she reaches for me, it morphs into The Kings. I spit at it.
"Don't do that, Valarie." She says, once again Eva.
I do not trust it. I am swimming in blood now.
I do not fight it as two hands-Eva's hands- grab my ankles, pulling me under, letting the blood swallow me whole.
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Mystery / Thriller(I'm kinda embarrassed by this work, but someone asked after it, and so I posted it again. Do not blame me for my younger self's bad grammar and nonexistent plot line. Thank you.) "I do not fight it as two hands-Eva's hands- grab my ankles, pulling...
