Come Back

She was wickedly beautiful. Her lips were painted bright red, almost the color of blood. The eye makeup she wore only made her eyes bigger and more beautiful. Her long blond hair fell around her shoulders and almost seemed alive in the moon light. The long white dress she wore was torn in places and blew in the slight breeze around her like mist. It was almost as if she weren’t real. She smiled for the first time and beckoned me closer with her finger. Involuntarily my legs moved me toward her. I was starting to feel scared for the first time now. She seemed wicked now, her smile adding to her evil, gorgeous self. But I kept moving to her, like I didn’t have a choice. Like she now controlled me entirely. She gave a small chuckle as I came up to her and her smile widened. Her hand, pale and flawless with long nails painted red like her lips, moved up under my chin and held my head up. “Boys like you are so easily mislead,” She laughs. Her hand under my chin moves sharply and I feel her nail cutting into my skin. She holds up her hand and looks at the drop of blood on her finger, my blood. She slowly licks her finger clean and looks at me. Her eyes are now the same color as her lips and fingers, red as blood.