Tormented by the Prom Queen

Dull and lifeless blue eyes bore into his soul. Black lines from her make up were running down her face as if she'd been crying for a while.

Vampire pale skin made the blue and purple bruises on her legs stand out.

A long gash ran from her left cheek to her nose and several more cuts and pinpricks were along her shoulders and legs.

Long and white gloves were stained greenish-yellow, maybe from wet grass. Her sash emblazoned with the words 'Prom Queen' was crumpled and stained with green-yellow and blood.

A golden tiara sat crookedly on top of her brown locks, which were messy and tangled.

He took a step back.

This teenage face was extremely familiar to him, and it frightened him.

She bent down to look at him properly, as he was on the ground.

She opened her mouth, but instead of words, a ringing began.

It was a sweet and clear sound, but it wouldn't stop.

It rang in his ears, reminding him that this was someone he shouldn't have killed.

It got louder and louder and he clutched his head.

It was unbearable now.

Then she was gone.

He sat up in his bed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggled to catch his breath.

Then he saw something in the corner of his room.

It wasn't her, but she was around the same age, maybe younger. Ginger hair reaching just to the top of her shoulders.

A small rounded crown sat crooked on her head. Her pale skin seemed ghostly as she approached.

As she got closer, her form became more terrifying.

Her ginger hair faded and darkened.

Her eyes became bigger and wider and her iris and pupil shrunk, almost non-existent.

Her long and pristine white gloves disappeared, showcasing arms scarred and bloody in black.

Her sharp elf ears became pointier, as sharp as daggers.

Her light lime green poofy ball gown faded to an ugly and dirty green, becoming ripped in certain areas as she came closer.

He knew instinctively that the first spirit had sent this one to help torment him.

The...thing reached her clawed hands and touched his face with her cold hands.

She smiled, showing a mouth full of sharp and pointy teeth.

She opened her mouth and looked like she was about to bite him when she disappeared.

Now there was a child.

The right side of her face was covered in bandages as were her hands.

Her dull grey eye seemed to hold a knowledge he didn't.

She skipped over to his bed and sat on the end of it, swinging her legs, which had bandaids plastered in random positions, perhaps covering injuries.

This little girl stared at him, smiling cheerfully that it freaked him out slightly.

Her striped dress indicated she may have been from the 1990s.

The dress was slightly dusty as if she'd been laying in the dirt for some time.

Red hand marks around her neck could be made out when he squinted, but it was otherwise blurry compared to the stark clarity of every other feature.

She scooched closer and leaned in.

Suddenly the air rushed out of his lungs, pulled out by an invisible force.

It was only for a second but it felt as if his lungs were going to explode.

She smiled again, but more eerily than before.

Then she was gone, replaced by the first spirit.

"Did you really think I'd let you live in peace?"

He screamed, but it felt muffled somehow.

"I suffered from my father even before you interfered. I experienced things you would never know. But I got along. Then you interfered. And you made me like this. So it's time to face your consequences...."

She faded out, and all hell broke loose.

She forced him to experience what she had.

Over and over again.

He felt the grossness after what her father did to her.

He felt the humiliation of the rumours at school.

He felt the pain he inflicted upon her.

He felt her drowning.

It was a cycle.

He could only escape the nightmares and tortures during the day, but they were always there waiting for him.

And they would make him suffer.

But why now?

Why years after the incident?

Did she need to gather recruits?

He didn't know, but he was haunted by the pretty face of the girl he killed.

He tried desperately to escape the spirits any way he could.

Sleeping on the streets, sleeping anywhere else, praying, ghosthunters.

It never worked and he was unsure of what was real and what was the hauntings.

He tried attacking the new spirits that appeared, who yelled and cried out in pain.

He felt victorious until they took him somewhere no matter how hard he kicked, punched and thrashed.

They told him it was a hospital.

That he was very sick.

This was another deception, he was sure of it.

So he kept fighting.

He screamed, he howled and tried everything to stop the tricky deception.

They had to restrain him and they put him in a cube.

It was white and soft, but he wouldn't be deceived by it.

He tried desperately to escape.

They kept him there and gave him food he refused to eat.

And he stayed within the white padded room, ever so vigilant.

He would not be tormented by the Prom Queen.

Not anymore.