Girl down

Girl down

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I had never seen her face so red. Her eyes widened. She was at a loss of words. It was fright. She was scared. "Beth, get in the car ; you almost gave me a heart attack. What were you thinking?" She gasped. "No," my voice escaped. It was firm. "What ?Pardon me, young lady," now her temper was rising, but I was tired ,tired of being controlled like a child.

She never justified the reasons why she did the things she did. I was done being a mindless puppet. "I've said no." I yelled this time. A surge of energy and pain started growing in me. It was like I was feeling everything everyone around me felt 100× I tried to suppress it, but I couldn't. I was sick and had always taken medication for this, but I had chosen not to today. I was too focused on escaping from home to attend the bone fire.

My nails were burning off my fingers . "Beth, calm down, Beth, relax ,Beth, relax. " What's wrong?" I could hear voices around me and more distant ones ."Bruh, what a freak. Is he crazy ? GIGGLES ,LAUGHS. " Every voice was in my head. Everyone was telling me to do something. My nails burnt some more .I felt a surge of energy fuled by anger over taking me. And I spun my arms in distress.

In a second; my pain was gone . I felt warm droplets on my skin. And when I opened eyes, everyone starring at me, everyone was in shock only for me to see my best friend. Who am I kidding? My only friend was lying on the floor. Her face was scratched to bits, and her neck cut with razor sharp incisions. Blood was all over me.

Razor sharp claws retreated into my fingers ."Beth, get in the car, please," my mum cried out with her voice breaking.I was too confused to move . She threw her scarf om my shoulders and gently held me helping me into the passenger's seat. I could see everyone around retreat when they saw us come close to the car. I was cold ,I was scared. Gently, she strapped me in, and she got in herself. There were a lot of things in the car, and immediately, I didn't need an explanation to tell me what was happening; we were shifting again. I didn't know what had happened, but my mother's face gave her away.

She knew something, and it scared the hell out of her. The moon was bright yellow tonight . Such a comforting feeling. It was always there in dark times in the night. And so was it here today to comfort me. I thought everything , but it was all nothing . I had murdered my best friend in cold blood. Her image burnt into my face claw scratches all over her pretty face. It's true I am some kind of monster. And the only person who knew was too scared to talk. She picked up her phone and burst into tears. (Bane, it has happened, my baby has killed a human ) as her voice broke, and she shuffled. "It's been 10 minutes so far. Okay, I'm going to try, we'll be there in about 40 ". She tried to calm herself down as she said. After the phone call, she grabbed a paper and pen and wrote down a name Magnus Carlson and an address that I couldn't read properly.

She rubbed her hand through my bloody face and touched my chics as she looked at me with more compassion than she ever had. "I hope you will forgive me oneday ." She said. Too dumb founded to speak; everything was moving so fast that I needed some consistency. Nothing did that like a mother's love. Yet, I didn't think love was something thing she was capable of. If I wasn't her splitting image, I would have believed I was adopted. Our drive started; it was quite silent.

No one spoke again . Except for the radio, which also spoke of me on the news and Cele, I had murdered. I was now a murderer on the run. The news said I was possessed, and as some nitwits at the bone fire were interviewed ,Including the guy i had refused to touch my boobs he said i was very aggressive yet he just wanted to talk to me nicely. It was shit show some girl even.claimed to be Celia's friend , I was her only friend. But was I? Who kills their only friend ?The side of my chic lifted my nose on hearing the things people were saying . Like only 1% was true, and that was murdering Celia.

Finally, I gained some strength to ask the burning question. "Mum, what am I ?" My voice is delicate because everything in me hurt. "You are a very special girl, my daughter." She hadn't answered, but it made me feel better. The drive went on and on . It almost seemed like forever when I felt a terrifying presence; it was something strange . I needed to leave this place . "Relax, it's going to be over soon," Mum reassured me .

"Mum, tell me the truth I can handle it." My plea only met her silence. She looked divine in the moonlight still in her night gown . Her smile, everything about her, was ethereal, and I am not saying this just because she is my mother . Her beauty slayed men; she walked passed literally. One of my greatest fears was to be compared to her. Despite how much we looked alike, she was the original no one could compare . Long curls of black silk hair flowed onto her shoulders , and her face geometry was a wonder to me because how was it so perfect ?