Insanity

Part I ♢

She breathe in the cold air as her little feet ran furiously, looking a way out from the dark forest. Panting and terrified, she never looked back. Her cold tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.

RUN. The word that kept replaying in her mind. Her mother's rough whisper haunted her.

Blood stained her ravishing little white dress, her foot sore from running. Her arms all bruised and scratched. Her luscious red lips shivered in fear.

She heard the screaming, she felt the agonising pain. But she couldn't stop now, she had to run. A loud blast came from behind and she cluelessly looked back, but she was too far. She broke the promise she made her fatherㅡ to never look back, no matter what.

The flames shot high from the silhouettes of the old cabin in the middle of an isolated area. MOMMA! POPPA! BROTHER! She screamed in pain. Her so little body broke down while the trees rustled in the wind.

Her vision blurred out, she felt numb, and she felt the pain that should have never happened to a five year old.

Only a few feet away and she would be gone from the path of darkness, the path that had nothing on her but bad luck.

I gasped for air as I felt the cold sweat on my healthy white skin. I looked around me and trembled in terror. That dream visited me constantly.

The soft mattress made me comfortable as I held my red comforter to my face. I sighed in relief as I felt it fade. I opened my eyes slowly, hoping to look at the direction of my digital alarm clock.

4:56 AM

I smiled faintly at myself. Happy Birthday, Eli. I slid my legs away from my comforter and got up from the bed. My feet touched the cold white carpet, the wall painted in sky blue calms me. My Abercrombie and Fitch grey long sleeve hugged my seventeen year old body warmly. My knickers all comfy and white covered me safely.

I headed to the direction of my bathroom. I took my red crimson soft bath towel and hanged it behind the door that is made from solid oak. I turned on the faucet of the bathtub, and made my way to the toilet. I glanced at the glass door of my shower, still deciding where to bathe. I got up from the toilet and flushed it.

I stood in front of the glistening mirror, my reflection looking straight back at me. I touched my cheeks and admired myself completely. My black soft hair, my almond shaped grey eyes, my thin luscious pinkish lips, my sharp and perfect angled chin, and my high cheekbone that makes me attractive as they say; but ... I found myself unattractive. It had always been like that. I'm not pretty. I'm not beautiful. I'm just a mere girl, living in a big world. Just a girl who's hoping to make it big, someday.

A smile formed my lips, I looked away from the mirror and turned off the faucet and added some lavender in the water. Lavender is my favourite colour and my favourite flower. The smell always made me feel like I'm in a safe, tranquil place.

I took off my sweats slowly as I extended my arm upward. I threw it to the hamper and took down my knickers. My feet slowly took steps to the bathtub. Feeling the cold water on my skin, it made me shudder and giggle.

I lied on my back and closed my eyes. I was relaxed; all the stress in my body just faded away. I breathe in and out countless time.

After a few minutes of relaxing on the tub, I got up and took my towel, I wrapped it on my body. The towel showed all the curves on my body, it was all in the right place. We could say my body is to die for, perhaps. But there's a scar on my chest that I found intriguing.

I walked to my walk-in closet and grabbed the clothes that I wanted wear. A Flyleaf shirt from Hot Topic, jeans and black converse high cut shoes. Those were my comfortable clothes. The outfit I wore for comfort.

I danced my way out of my room and hummed happily as I slowly took steps going down the stairs.

The deep mahogany and sturdy rails, smooth against my ringed fingers. It was curved in such a way that it felt as if I was about to turn a corner and find a fascinating surprise. The polished wood shone in the soft light of the chandelier above and the statue in the centre filled with elegance, captured my eyes. It had always done that. The beautiful details added into the sculpture, it was amazing.

What I found was not a surprise, but something much sweeter; he stood there with his sensuous and radiant green eyes with a hint of sky blue, which captured every nerve in my mind. His body is firmly built like a knight waiting to rescue me in his strong arms. He is undeniably a true gentleman with a pleasant and respectable persona.

"Eli..."

 

 I still think I did so many mistakes...

 

Part II ♢

"Happy birthday." His soft, husky voice filled with sweetness rang in my ears. His voice so gentle and alluring.

I jumped off the last two steps on the stairs, quickly ran to him and embraced him as tight as I could. His sweet aroma captured all of me; the wonderful smell of his perfume in his Lacoste White collared shirt. I broke off the hug and smiled cheerfully.

"Thank you... brother." I said as I blinked my eyes slowly, and let a tear stream down my rosy cheeks.

His thin lips formed a charming smirk. The way his lips moved to the right, and the way his eyes looked at me intenselyㅡ it made me love him; not as a brother, but something much more.

I know it's forbidden. But I can't help it. The feeling I feel whenever I'm with him, the excitement that runs in my body, the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and the way he holds me in his arms whenever we are together. It always made me feel like I was in cloud 9.

His slender fingers made a way to my cheeks, he caressed me softly and planted a heavenly kiss. "My pleasure, love."

I thank god who gave me this rosy cheeks or else he'd know that I was blushing hard. My heart was beating rapidly, my body was burning hot, and my eyes were sparkling, and no not how Edward Cullen sparkled in the sun, but that spark when you see the one you love deeply from the bottom of your heart.

He suddenly grabbed my arm and hugged me again, "I missed you." He whispered.

The smile on my lips never faded. It stayed there and I looked like a crazy fool in love. "I missed you more, Terrence." I said as I controlled the happiness in my voice. I was almost gonna burst.

He broke off the hug this time and held my hand. We walked slowly to the living room; every second of that moment I couldn't help but cherish it.

My eyes adjusted slowly to the dim lights in the room where I couldn't help but always be amazed. I gazed around the room, it was the most immaculate and sophisticated living room I have ever seen; absolutely bewitching.

There was a small fire burning on one side of the wall, surrounding by a huge, golden brown couch and a love seat. The flat screen TV across the seats. The glistening glass of coffee table filled with magazines from Vogue to Time.

We both sat down on the couch talking about what to do that day. Our parents must have been busy that day at work. But I understood them.

I stared at my brother's face; he never failed to catch my attention even once. We were laughing and having fun that morning until one unexpected person came inside our house.

From the feeling of joy to the feeling of devastation. I sighed as I got up from the couch and faked a smile, like I always did.

"Samantha, hey!" I said cheerfully while inside I shrugged at my actions. I felt my blood boil as she looked into Terrence in a lustful way.

She ran her slender fingers on her fake blonde hair and tried to seduce my brother with that look in her eyes. So fierce, brimming with passion and lust. She looked at me with her frosty blue eyes for a slight second and smirked. "Eli." She said in a low voice.

She took a seat beside my brother. I wanted to kill her that moment. Like definitely butcher her. I swore to Hades if she touched my brother I'd kill her right there in front of him. I shook my head silently and scoffed at my thoughts. If only I could, I would've.

"Hi, I'm Samantha Morris." She said in a sweet little squeaky voice that I found very much annoying.

I sat on the love seat beside the couch where they sat on. I stared at her evilly, my thoughts filled with dark things. I wanted to strangle her, and stab her a gazillion times!

Was that insecurity, jealousy? Oh Hades, I despised that feeling.

I looked at her in full disgust, her very short skirt showed her transparent thongs while her legs are crossed. Her five inch Prada shoes looked like fakes on her. Her sky blue tube almost exposed her fake breast. For Hades' sake! She was only eighteen! And she had a transplant. Her fake cute button nose stood out. It was her FAKE best feature on her face.

She licked her thin red lips and whispered to my brother. I almost puked right then, but then again, I almost laughed my ass off when my brother shoved the hell out of her and she fell quite a big impact on the white carpeted tiled floor.

She looked at the both of us in horror and humiliation. She stormed out of the house and left us in quite a mess of ourselves.

"What was she doing here on the first place?" I said still bursting into laughter.

"I guess she wanted to greet you, but saw me." He said in a jokingly tone.

"Probably." I agreed.

We both looked at each other as tears started to come out. My stomach ached like hell! Her face so funny. I know it was bad of me to just laugh. But I guess she deserved it.

"What did she say?" I asked my brother in a hoarse, curious and serious voice.

"Nothing!" He smiled as he got up from the couch. "We're goin' out." He said as he started walking away from me.

But something didn't feel right. The way he walked, it felt like he carried the weight of the work on his shoulders. Just looking at him at the back made me feel worried. I could feel the aura of fear, sadness and hatred.

What is wrong...?
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Danzo, stop breaking my heart? 

Note:  I ain't telling you guys if this is an incest story or what! Just keep tuned!  Love lots.

 

World*
Ohmygawd. 

 

Not really. 

 

Since I'm having a hard time with describing things in the past tense. I'm making the story in the present tense.

Sorry for the inconvenience. ,_,
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Part III ♢

If there's anything that I should be afraid of, it's traveling by vehicles. I have no problem with bikes, skateboards and especially rollerblades. But somehow, riding in a car or any other motor-engined vehicle makes me sick. It makes me feel like I'm in a life and death situation.

I take a step outside our Victorian Mansion, and my breathing becomes heavy. The nagging feeling in my chest is uncomfortable; I am petrified... for my brother and for myself. The hot summer air suddenly passes through me in a cold winter state. I shiver and freeze. If I take one more step away from home, something bad will
happen, I just feel it.

I stare at my brother dumfounded as he didn't take a look back at me. Doesn't he care if I'm following him or not? He walk with so much poise, his carpe denim shorts looks so good on him. And finally, just finally, his head turns slowly towards my direction, "Eli, c'mon." he says with a semi shout and a smile on his face.

I follow him and walk slowly; trying to take the fear away I breathe in and out countless time. I hop in his black BMW and fasten my seatbelt as fast as I could. He ask me what's wrong and I just shake my head and smile.

The drive was about thirty minutes and I felt like puking right there inside the car. I get off from the car; I stare in front of me and see the building where my parents work. It's the first time I've been here. And the place is exquisite. They have a law firm, rank as the best in the world. They do things fairly and help less fortunate people with cases so big even if it's not their faults. Having parents that are lawyers gave me quite a lesson in life.

But as I look behind me, my knees begins to wobble. I see my brother smiling at me as he gets off the car. "Let's go." He says.

I feel my heart stop. No... I can't. I whispered violently to myself. Of course I can't. I can't move, I can't talk, and I can't feel my body. I can't hear anything and my vision is turning a blur.

I hear his footsteps also becoming heavy towards me. I can hear him panting and screaming words I didn't get properly. But I just stand there, my eyes open wide, seeing things I never thought I would for a long time.

Across that building is a forest leading to nowhere. No one dares to go further into the woods. So this is the place. The place everyone keeps talking about. Some had been reported missing, and some had found dead murdered bodies. And between the two large california redwood tree, I see a dark figure. But why only now?

I'm sure it isn't slenderman. A dark figure with a blurry face, eyes so deep black. It's a little girl. Her silky but dirty black hair covering half of her face. THE GIRL FROM MY DREAMS.

Her lips forms a smirk as she pulls back her hair dramatically. The blood everywhere on her body frightens me. She holds her right arm to her neck and moves it swiftly as if telling me to die; she looks at me intensely and mouth the word DIE. My body begins to tremble. I want to scream and run. But I just stay and look at her.

Her eyes brims in sorrow, pain, and agony. I want to help her, but how can I if I can't move? She walks slowly towards me, my vision still blurry, my brother's hand still on my shoulders, he is shaking me, but I can't feel it. She crosses the street when a bus speeds up to her.

And the impulse of saving her shoots to my mind. I shove my brother and run like the wind and push the little girl by jumping towards her. But I feel nothing. My hands didn't touch anything. My eyes in horror as I stare at the bus speeding to me, the loud honk deafened me. And then she disappears. The last look on her face was a sinister smile. And everything black out.

Who is she? A soul, a ghost, a lost spirit... what is she? What does she want from me?