Bloody Mary

Chapter Eleven


I felt like dying.


I felt like killing myself over and over again to be forgiven of my sins.


Forgive me, my lord— for I have sinned. For I am cursed.


I stared at the corpse of the beautiful Amanda Cornwall. She was pale, but she still looked gorgeous. Her lips were chapped and faint, her neck was beet red from the rope she used... to kill herself.


What's unnatural about it? I asked myself, but then I noticed something on the pictures Tom showed me.


She was found hanging on the ceiling of her room, eyes wide open, and bloodshot.


That's the unnatural part.


When you commit suicide, eyes are closed, not open.


There was a sign of struggle, and I believe she was pushed, before she could back out from taking her life.


She was murdered.


"This is your fault," Tom hissed as I cried at the sight of Amanda.


I stared at him shocked. "How is this my fault?" I countered back with distaste.


"You should've stayed—"


"And what will become of me, huh?!"


I was about to tackle down Tom, but Michael held me back.


"If you stayed, she wouldn't have committed suicide!"


"If I stayed— you would try to find loopholes so people would think I'm guilty."


"You are—"


"She's not! How could she kill Amanda if she was with me?" Michael spat.


"You're gonna die soon— so you should stay away from her!" Tom growled.


Somehow that statement hit me on the spot. Being with Michael made me forget the danger he was practically in; and for Michael to die... it killed me inside; and that feeling irritated me to the core.


"Why did you call me, Tom?" I asked nonchalantly, feeling my heart about to burst from the nervousness, and fear of losing anyone else.


"Because she left you a letter," he sneered handing me a folded paper with drops of blood on it. It was never opened which made me curious. Tom would obviously snoop in— but why hadn't he?


I took it from him and stormed off the morgue, with Michael behind me.


I entered the house I used to live in and sat on the couch.


I opened the letter and felt my heart sink.


Mary— Bloody Mary,


You're not supposed to be called that.


You're supposed to be happy.


You're supposed to be free of worries.


You were the only I had left— my parents tried hard... but I couldn't function properly. It was like... someone was controlling me.


I know what happened to you, Mary.


And maybe you know now, or maybe you haven't remembered anything of your past.


Your sister told us everything, and in order to protect you— we should keep our mouth shut.


But I just can't die without you knowing what it is.


But I'm only gonna say one thing, Mary.


You really are cursed. And I'll tell you another.


Boston isn't your Hometown. Ashford, Washington was were you originally came from with your family.


I know you ran away there, and you might've found someone who knows you from the past.


Mary, you're not a Levine; you're a de Sancti. Start there, and trust me when I say the people in Ashford will know you— that's what your sister told me.


I'm writing you this letter because you deserve to know even just a bit. You were my friend, Mary— and we loved you dearly.


You were the centre of Andrew and Tyler's life— even mine; and so with everyone you love— loved.


I'm sorry for doing this, Mary.


I want you to know that everything will work out.


Just know that I'll be happy with all of them up there; and please be happy too okay?


Bye, Mary.


Love,
Amanda




"Mary— is this you and your family?" Michael asked all of a sudden as he stood beside the fireplace where pictures stood of everyone I loved.


"Yeah," I whispered, still shocked of what Amanda wrote.


I'm really cursed...


I'm not a Levine... but a de Sancti?


What happened in my past exactly?


"Mary... you're Mary-Anne de Sancti." Michael uttered slowly, eyes wide open.


"W-what?" I asked him, and the letter fell off my hand.


"You don't remember me?"


"Michael, what are you saying?" I clenched my fist. What Amanda said was true then?


"Oh god! How the hell can I be so stupid?!" He hissed at himself, and placed his right hand on his forehead.


I stood speechless.


Does he know me?


Does he know my past?


"You lost your memory," he said lowly, while frowning— obviously thinking of something.


Thinking hard about it, it felt like I did. Like there was some missing piece, and I couldn't remember what it was. I tried so hard to think what happened in my childhood years— but nothing.


Just a blank.


Like my memory was wiped away.


"Who am I?" I asked Michael, tensing.


"You— you were my best friend... until Violet came." He said her name with disgust, and pure hatred.


I wanted to ask him about what happened, but a memory shot to my mind.


It wasn't my memory.


My eyes snapped open, and I was inside Amanda's room. It felt cold and silent.


I looked around and saw Amanda sobbing while writing a letter— the letter she gave me.


She pulled her hair into a bun, and wiped her tears away, then sealed the letter.


There was a rope ready on the ceiling and when she was about to stand up on the chair, I screamed her name.


But she didn't hear me.


"Amanda, no!" I screamed again.


I felt my heart drowning.


I wanted to save her, but I was stuck in one place. I was stuck watching her without doing anything.


"I'm s-sorry Mary... I'm so sorry," she muttered while tying the rope on her neck.


I cursed the heavens, I cursed myself.


Even when in memory, I have to see her die?! How cruel!


I tried to get away from the trap I was in, but nothing.


I watched Amanda intently, and I felt relief when she grabbed the rope and trying to yank it off her.


But then an unknown presence that sent shivers down my spine appeared.


The figure was of a young lady, with dark black hair, fair skin, and an evil smirk. There was blood on her skin, her face, her clothes... everywhere. The same girl who haunted me in my dreams.


She was behind Amanda, while she looked at me intensely.


"No," I whispered, broken.


"Say goodbye to Amanda, Mary," she snarled.


And before I could stop her, she pushed her away from the chair, causing the rope to strangle her completely while she tried to get out of it. But it was no use, she was dead. Dead.


"Poor her," the girl faked pity.


"Who are you?" I sneered.


"Awe, was the past that traumatic for you to stand?" She chuckles humourlessly.


"Who— are— you?" I spat, trying to get away.


"I'm a very pretty colour— it sometimes represents death. Hmmm, it hurts me that you don't remember me at all, Mary. We used to be very best friends!" She beamed sarcastically.


Colour? Death?


"Violet," I muttered.


And then she made a CORRECT sound, pretty much sarcastic as usual.


"Why are you doing this?"


"Are you blaming it on me now? Oh, if only you didn't do what you did that night— then you wouldn't have lost seven people you love ever so dearly, yes? I'll probably make that eight— who, you ask? Michael." She giggled.


"Michael, oh dear— Michael Archibald. Funny how he didn't remember you right away. He used to be so in love with you, and you were too dense to notice it— well, what did I do? I pushed him away from you, Mary. He was such a threat to our friendship," she said dreamingly.


"I don't even love him!" I seethed.


"Oh you think so? You're just closing your heart, but if you realise it then you will know how you really feel. You had a connection with Michael, and it was fun breaking that... and now, faith has found you both— which pisses me off to the ****** core."


"What do you want from me?"


She laughed evilly, but then stopped. "Your soul."


"Michael!" I screamed desperately, afraid of the darkness consuming me.


"Mary, Mary! Are you okay? Damn it, calm down!" He hushed me down, my heart beating slowly going normal.


Tears were stinging my eyes, and all I saw last was Michael crying too— until I passed out, tired of the uncovered memories.


Mary-Anne de Sancti


The four years of my life was a lie as Mary Anne Levine

 

We'll find out about Violet in the next chapter! 

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This will probably end at the 15th chapter plus the epilogue 

 

I just realised I put California as her hometown on the first chapter 

Please disregard that and think that Boston was her hometown 

 

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