Love, Hate, War Crimes
I struggle against the bindings on my wrists, yanking down as the rope tied around the large tree branch above turns my wrists raw and bloody. The four girls in front of me, their malicious laughs echoing around me as I watch the main bitch take the styrofoam egg carton and open it slowly.
"I present to you ladies, the mistress, the tempest, the whore, Ruby the Red!" the blonde-haired maiden of death says as if I were a toy. She turns away from me and I kick, she stumbles forward a few steps and turns to me, her blonde braid whipping to the other side of her perfect pale neck. Her blue, sapphire colored eyes stare into my pure brown eyes as she stalks forward and her face is inches from mine.
"The whore fights back?" she hisses, her spit sprays against my face. I struggle against the rope as I feel a crack and wetness pools down my face of slimy eggs and tears. She backs up behind the other three girls, one with dirty blonde hair, soft tan skin and deep green eyes. She'd be very very attractive if I didn’t see that malicious dirty look in her eyes. The girl on the left, has bright red/orange hair with bright blue eyes and a beautiful mess of freckles littered around her face. Same with the girl on the right, that malicious evil look but. But the girl in the middle, her long dark hair clashes against her pale skin, bright deep brown eyes, filled with not malicious intent, but filled with pain and empathy. But the thing that made her stand out was her twisted deer horns coming out from her temples, she was a dryad. And she was tantalizing. That was until I got egg whites and yolks in my eyes.
They beat me, threw things, ripped and teared at my porcelain skin. Till I was a hanging limp mess in the dark as bugs flew around me. I see a bright light through my heavy eyelids, I feel my consciousness fading as I feel my arms go limp by my side and my body being hauled up and a panicked shaky hand presses two fingers to my neck.
"She's dead." I hear in a muffled voice, the male voice with a dark gruff voice.
"No, no, she can't, than we are going to jail!" A familiar bitchy voice squeaks as I feel myself being pulled, and I am standing, under that same tree, but I feel a weight that was on my shoulders be lifted and my pain and suffering had ended, but when I look down, the anxiety, confusion, and pain rushed back into my…soul as I stare down at the mangled, limp, dead body, who has lifeless, brown eyes, matted crazy black hair, and skin as pale…the dead. A tall, tan man, with short curly hair. Holding my lifeless, dead body. I see the blonde maiden, Kyla, my murderer. I feel my anger rage and I bolt towards her but I go right through her mortal body and she stumbles and falls on her ass as I feel tears stream down my face.
"Dumb bitch, had me die as a virgin." I scoff.
I watched as they dug a hole, Kyla shaking and panicking as the tall guy, who's absolutely gorgeous, and is extremely hot, buried my dead body.
"Sam, this is crazy!" Kyla squeals and paces. Ah so that's his name, Sam.
"Kyla, if you don't shut the fuck up you will go to jail." Sam snaps at her and she trembles and covers her mouth as she sobs, her makeup running down her face. "I need to get home before mom does, so I can wash this poor girl's blood and stuff off me." Sam says and I smile, he thinks I'm helpless. And I melt as I follow him as he circles around the tree and he whispers something down at my unmarked grave. Then the grass grows rapidly and it erupts with a gold glow that diminishes quickly. Woah, he's a witch. Kyla stops for a moment and stares at Sam as he traces a pentagram on the tree.
"Ruby.. I… I didn't mean too.." She whispers and I push myself towards her and scream.
"But you did!" She backs up, her eyes meeting mine, tears in her eyes, as she stares at me.
"Ruby.." She whispers and reaches me as I back up a few inches and she looks around.
"Kyla, who are you talking to?" Sam asks as I glare at her and she trembles in fear at my ghost.
"I saw her, Ruby, I saw her, she yelled at me, I swear!" Kyla says and grabs Sam's arms and shakes him. "She's here, but she's dead, but-" He cuts her off and grabs her shoulder and drags her, I follow, but as I walk, I can't feel the ground, I can't feel the cold air, I can't feel anything, except emotions. Well, there are no nerves, of course I can't feel it.
A large mansion glows brightly against the dark forest. The large black siding has vines crawling up it, with a horse farm, and a huge field of lavenders. I follow soundlessly as Sam and Kyla walk inside and almost slam the door on me, I would've been able to walk through, but still. I watch as Sam practically sprints up the steps as a woman walks into the room, she is older and poised, as if she were a queen. She stares in my general direction, then I realize she is blind, the color of her eyes missing and just a void of white.
"Gram'ma, please, there is a ghost following me, how do I get rid of it?" Kyla asks, her voice going a hundred words a minute.
"It is not a ghost, young one, it is only a spirit, it will be moved on soon." She says and I feel a pit settle where my stomach would be and as Kyla's shoulders relax she heads up stairs. The old lady smiles, "Come, young spirit." She says and touches my arm softly, I feel her, her cold hands burn against my arm. I follow beside her, as we walk past a rippling void and we are in a bedroom. Straight out of a story book.
Fae flew past me, lifting my hair and tattered clothes. Their small bodies weaving through my hair and around my clothes as I watch as the fabric spin and stitch together.
"So, how did you die?" The old lady says and sits at a desk as I stare around the room in shock. "Ruby?" She asks, her voice soft and angelic. I turn to face her, still in awe about the entire thing.
"Um….murdered?" I say as I rub my face, still very confused, but I can feel my skin, the soft carpet underneath my bare feet. I can feel it. "How, I've been dead for hours, I don't understand." I say and the old lady laughs softly,
"Ruby, you are almost dead, your body hasn't decomposed yet." She says and I turn to touch the books on the huge shelves.
"I know, soon I will go to Hecate and Hades because I am a blood witch, the fates cut my thread tonight." I say as I pick up the book. I feel the real leather book cover. The pentagram is perfectly in the middle of the book. I feel a blast of wind and I look out the open window. There is no moon in the dark lifeless sky. The cold wind wraps around my soul. When I feel eyes on me. I glance and see Sam, staring in shock at me. He's clean, and not covered in my blood. I turned completely to him.
"Hi Sam, nice to see you again." I say and sit on the ledge of the window. The old lady laughs a little and she pulls herself up from her seat and heads towards me.
"Oh unfair, Mary." Sam says and crosses his arms, "I wanted to tell her." He leans against the wall, with a smirk on his face.
"Sam is also a spirit seer, necromancer, and witch." Mary says, and I stop and blink at Sam as he smirks, "Outside of this room, he cannot see you, but he can hear you, and touch you." Mary says and the more she talked the redder my face got, and the more his stupid smirk turned into a wide grin. "He would be able to see you if he would learn." Mary says and nudges me with her elbow, "As if you were alive." She says and a smirk spreads on her face as well.
"Seeing dead people is weird." Sam says and pushes off the wall and walks towards me.
"Says the one who buried my body." I snarl as he takes the book from hands.
"Shh, no one needs to know." He whispers and Mary mutters something under her breath and sits on the bed. Sam heads to the bookcase and puts it back.
"She does not want to come back." Mary says and I open the window all the way,
"Why not, people come begging to be brought back?" Sam asks as I duck my head into the window and step out onto the roof.
"Why come back to a life where no one wants you alive." I say and I step off the side of the roof.
