Broken Dreams

Chapter 2

What?" I groaned. I peered down my body and saw my hand shaking crazily.

Right in its hand was a silver knife. It appeared to be freshly sharpened. The tip of it was placed on my chest, ready to be pushed down at any moment. I lifted it slowly and in one swift movement, I swung the knife to the stranger. He let out a gasp and stumbled back in complete shock. He was on his bottom by then and was staring straight at the blade in my hand. It was just a centimeter from his neck. A sensation tingled up inside me as I seen him tremble under my presence.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT AM I DOING HERE!!!" I screech way too loud then I hoped for. Oh well, it makes me sound much more imitating.

"I- I brought you b-back here because you f-fell on the ground in the r-rain," he stuttered, uncontrollably. Every tiny movement he made while saying that was the indication of him trying to get up.

I sighed and turned my head away. That would explain why I was freezing and drenched. I probably blacked out right when visited that place. But that didn't matter now. What matters is getting out of here, before it happens again. Just, this time, it'll be worse.

I faced him and got up. I could see the horror in his eyes that still lingered. The pupils were smaller than a regular person's and they were shifting side to side slightly. I just shook my head slightly and looked around the room. It appeared to be a living room.

With a click, the blade of my knife disappeared. I heard a sigh of relief from the stranger which was understandable. I ran my hands through my tangled hair and started walking to the exit.

"Hey, wait! Why are you leaving? You need to rest after that fall you took!" the stranger told me into confusion.

I kept a dull expression and murmured, "You shouldn't have brought me here."

"What?" he asked me.

In angry I spoke up louder,"I said-" but I was interrupted by him running in front of me, blocking the door.

"I know what you said. But why? You could've died out from the cold! And I can't let anyone died on those streets," his fist balled up in frustration.

I pushed him out of my way and grabbed the door handle, "You should of..."

No... I didn't say that. That was her not me! I need to go before-

I flinched in pain and gasped. My chest started to burn while my ears started to hearing clicking noises.

The stranger grabbed my arm and asked me in concern, " Are you alright?"

I clutched my head and shook it in response. No, I shouldn't say that it was me. It was her. She had taken over my body and now I was too late. I wish this man just left me to die, but he just led himself to his death. I watched as the man wrapped my arm around his shoulder and brought me to the couch. The pain was gone now, but that wasn't the problem no more.

"You should be more careful you know," he told us, "You need to rest."

"Yeah...I don't know what I was thinking," she smiled my smile so widely that I could never do,"I'm sorry."

She sat there for a moment before she asked in an innocent voice,"Hey, is there a brush anywhere I could use?"

He stared at us for a moment and then finally snapped out of his trance, "Uh, yeah. There is one in the bathroom. It's down that hall." He pointed toward a dark hallway beside the sofa we were sitting on.

"Hmm,"she smiled,"Thanks."

We walked over to the hallway and went down. Creeks echoed under our feet, signaling that this was an old house. There were only three doors. One opened to his bedroom and another to a closet. At the end was a cracked open door. A blur of glowing light came from the room. We shuffled our bare feet up to it and knocked on it. There was no response so I opened the door. I don't understand why she would knock on the door, though. Located on the marble counter was the brush just like he said.

Eventually, the tangled knots were easier to brush. The strands were smooth like a feather. She weakly gleamed at my groomed hair, as the brush was feeling it soft features. She settled the brush while I admired my appearance. Even though I was quite identical to the girl in my head, I knew I was different from her. I wasn't the stereotype of what people made me appear as. I wasn't cruel like she was. I never loved the thought of killing the innocent. I hated the smell of blood on my hands, she loved this. She loved every moment of the torture.

Suddenly, the mirror was foggy like how it would after you take a hot shower. She wiped it with my finger and with a tiny peck, the mirror rippled slightly like water. I shook my head and looked just a little closer. How did I just get control of my own body? Did she let me go for once?I reassured myself and then twisted around to be shoved back into the sink.

"Miss Me?" a deep ignorant voice reached my ears. Hands were placed on me, so I couldn't break free. I couldn't believe it. No, it can't be. She can't be.

I grabbed the hand that had pushed me and I squeezed it. My nails dug straight into the pale skin and streams of blood slithered down. I wasn't going to give mercy, not now at least. The hand then let go and went up to my neck. My feet started to get lifted off the ground and I hung helplessly from the gripping hand. Gurgling sounds bubbled from my throat and the saliva dripped on the edge of my mouth. I winced at the stinging pain growing from the place I was being held from.

"Listen here, Missy. Never do that again. When I want someone dead, you never object me! Got that." an irritated tone demanded.

I slowly nodded and was dropped. My knees were wobbly and fragile. I couldn't bring myself to stare up at her face. Scar was the only person, ghost, or whatever you want to call it to ever make me display any sign of fear. If I never did what she wanted, she would torture me to the brink of despair. Maybe, I would never be killed by her, since I am the one she survives on, but it doesn't mean that I would be invincible by her touch. No one is too superior to even slash out their own personal darkness.

"I- I thought you weren't supposed to come until another w-week?" I shuddered out the words.

"Well, you see I couldn't wait. You should know me by now. When I see something beautiful, then I should always destroy the beauty and make it my own art." she made it clear that she was being amused by my sudden question, "That boy needs a new makeover and I so happen to be right here, so would you give the honor and do it for me," she urged. She chewed on her nail as she waited for my answer. You could almost see the smirk on her face as she focused her gaze on me.

"Y-yes." I eyeballed the floor in defeat.

"Great, now here he comes." she gleamed at me. She shriveled up and in her place dropped a charm necklace. A note sat beside it saying, Put this on, I'm watching you. I snatched up the silver chain with a heart on a charm and put it on. At the last second, I was done, a knock was heard from the other side of the door next to me.

"H- hey, sorry to bother you, but are you done in there." the voice asked.

Here's your chance.

"Yeah, just a minute. Hold on." I replied. I gradually removed the knife in my pocket and held it by the handle. Then I turned the door knob, ready to attack.