Chapter 1
“It’s okay, Jada. Only you could show us...”
They started but soon faded away.
The pain was unbearable. It’s like sitting under a bell that is constantly ringing. There is no way to run or hide; they are always waiting for you at the end of every hallway or in the dark corner where no one is. They would cry their hearts out, but there was no meaning to what they were saying.
One must always wonder: is it bad or is it good? I wrapped my arms around myself as I whispered my comforting words to myself, “It’ll be okay.” But is it? Day by day, it’s getting worse.
Even in my sleep, they will haunt me. For what reason I don’t know. I sat day and night searching my memories for a time when I did a bad deed, but I couldn’t find any.
Maybe this is God’s way of saying that I was a mistake and shouldn’t have been born. I couldn’t say anything, not to my foster parents or my friends. They’ll know that I am going mad.
But somehow they find out. I couldn’t believe that I was going insane. I could no longer deny the truth. It was as clear as day. Maybe it was for the best. I’ll no longer have to be transferred from one home to another every now and then.
“It’s okay, Jada.” My foster mom stated The Verdure is a great place for healing, and when you’re healed, we’ll be right here for you.
“Your mom is right, honey,” David said, My foster dad.
In my sleep, I saw that little girl playing happily. Every night her mom will sing a sweet psalm until she falls asleep. Once or twice I saw the image of her father. Maybe someday I will see clearer. I don't know who this little girl was but everyone seemed to love her. Her mother was a very beautiful woman just like her.
One can say the woman seems like an important person. She never trusts any of her maids and she is often cold towards them. It's like she was some high priestess that demanded respect from her followers. But I often see betrayal behind her marble-blue gazes.
The Author POV
She plays the violin lovingly with a daring smile on her lips. She was one of the best violinists in the country.
"Isn't she just remarkable?" They asked.
She smiled with pride as the crowd cheered. Yay! They shouted as they tossed in her honor. But, shortly after blood started to run out of their eyes and noses, and soon they all fell to the ground dead. She smiled happily, leaning her head to the side as if she was cognitive, then she slowly walked out the door leaving behind a room full of her victim.
"Dear wise one, tell me who killed my father?" The woman cried out in her dying pain.
"He is one of her victims." The wise woman answered.
"Whose victim?" The woman questioned.
"Thou shalt pay more if thou so desired to have an answer." The wise woman stated. The woman then takes a few more tokens out from her bag and hands them to the wise woman who smiles darkly.
"She plays the violin lovingly but slowly she eats her prey's essences. Her name is…" Before the wise woman could finish her sentence her body started to shake whilst blood ran out of her eyes and nose.
"What is happening?" The woman shouted.
Just then a young girl appeared behind the wise woman. The woman was at last for words she couldn't move, she couldn't talk it was as if she was a living statue. The young girl's head was leaning forward and her hair was falling apart. Her eyes were white and turned upwards. She walks slowly towards the woman but before she could reach the woman the entire room burst into flames.
She stood by as she watched her other victims burn to death.
