Murder nightmare.
"That's why she tried to kill me," Nadia suddenly interjected, "I found out, and she tried to get rid of me."
I looked at Nadia as she said that yet something felt off. She was lying. The way she said it, it wasn't as she would. I just knew somehow that it wasn't true. I felt it. Then again, why would she lie?
"Vladimir must have influenced her."
"And to be fair," Nikolai interjected, "We all know that Rosalie wasn't a smart girl."
Silence engulfed the room for a few moments.
"Sir?" Maria's sweet voice suddenly brought me to my attention.
"Maria, take Miss Grey back to the room." Sinister stated firmly.
"Yes sir," she smiled and took me by my slightly trembling arms out of the room.
This wasn't happening.
I didn't like feeling like this.
"Miss, please have something to drink." Maria offered as I sat on the edge of the bed in silence.
"I'm fine." Lies.
"Miss Grey, please don't do this to yourself."
I didn't answer. I couldn't. How could I stop this agony? How do I ease this guilt? Will this pain ever go away? My voice hardened, I couldn't speak anymore. When Maria left, I slid down the edge of the bed and buried my face into a pillow.
I wanted this feeling to stop.
I wanted to stop replaying what I did.
"Becky," I felt someone's hand suddenly on my shoulder.
Slightly raising my head off the pillow, I stared into drowning blue eyes. Sinister knelt to my level and seemed to study me. I looked away.
"She's dead," my voice broke painfully, "I killed her, everything's my fault."
"It isn't, " he stated, cupping the side of my cheek and slightly twisting his fingers into my tousled hair.
"I-"
"You should get some rest, Becky." He sighed.
How could I even rest after this?
"Come on, I have something to show you." He smiled, getting up and extending his hand toward me.
At first, I was hesitant. I mean, when did he start smiling?
Sinister held me close to him and ushered me through the other door, his hall. It was weird, not many people I knew had a hall in their room.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, looking up at the chiseled-to-perfection man at my side.
He stopped at a door on the right and stood in for my of it. I raised my eyebrows innocently and attempted to joke to push away my thoughts, "Is that your playroom?"
Sinister furrowed his eyebrows at me, confused, "My what?"
"Nothing." I quickly retrieved my comment.
He opened the door and flicked the lights on.
"It's a guest room, you deserve one."
I walked in, and my eyes scanned the room, it was nice. Sinister neared me and took a soft breath.
"Try to get some sleep."
That was all he said, and I nodded in reply as he walked out of the room. My heart began to ache suddenly at the haunting memory of the sin I committed. I crawled into the bed, covered, and buried myself between the sheets after turning off the lights.
The place was dark and cold. She
walked down the stairs into the
dim room after hearing the cries.
Her soft locks bounced playfully as
She secretly made her way down
the staircase. She wasn't supposed
to be there, but she couldn't control
her curiosity. They had left the
door open mistakenly. They
thought she would have been
asleep. She wasn't. Her little
hands hugged her teddy bear
tightly as she was swallowed
deeper into the dark room. It was
larger than she had expected it to
be. She must have regretted
taking her sweater, as her little
dress was no help keeping her
fragile body warm.
Slipping through another door; she
walked along a carpeted hall and
followed the moans and cries. It
was getting louder, she was getting
closer: That's when she realized
what it was. Peeking into another
room, children scattered
themselves on the ground. They
seemed to be hurt, as some were
crying. Around fifteen children of
varied ages were in there. What
was wrong with them? When she
slipped herself into the room, it
was almost unnoticeable as she
could have blended in there. There
was something different about
these children that she couldn't
wrap her thoughts around. A girl
around her age slumped on the
floor, and a boy slightly older lay
achingly on the sofa at the end of
the room. She walked towards
them and knitted her eyebrows.
The little girl who slumped on the
floor around her age seemed to be
asleep. Kneeling to the ground, she
tried to wake her up. She wasn't
opening her eyes. She pressed her
ears to the girl's chest, yet there
was no sound. This scared her.
Quickly, she went over to the boy
and pressed her ear to his chest.
There was thumping. With his eyes
closed, he muttered something
softly. He was in pain and there
was nothing she could do about it.
His body was cold yet damp with
Sweat. He wore a chain that had
strange writing on it.
She had never seen anything like it before.
Slowly, the boy opened his eyes in pain
to see the little girl in front of him.
"What 's your name?" she asked
Sweetly, her voice filled with unearthly innocence.
He muttered something but she
couldn't hear so she leaned in
closer to him. That's when she felt
a sudden chill run across her body.
The lights in the room seemed to
fade, and the children faded around
her: Everything disappeared, and
she was left alone in that cold,
dark room. The metallic smell of
blood laced through the room, and
she turned around to be
surrounded by the ghost of those
children. They were covered in blood.
Some of their arms and legs
twisted abnormally and some
sustained deep wounds. She
wanted to run, but she couldn't.
Her feet were glued to where she
stood. They all neared her in that
circle, they wanted to hurt her:
They walked closer to her. Closer: Closer:
She screamed.
I shot up from the bed on the edge of a bitter scream. Looking around the dark room, I trembled. Quickly turning the lamp at the side of the bed on, I sat up and tried to get myself together. That nightmare murder was what left off my courage. No, I couldn't stay in here again. I didn't like being alone. I didn't like the darkness. Hell, I didn't want to be here.