My Past: Part II
Ever since she was born, I had not left Emily's side for anything. I refused to leave her at the possibility that Phil might get to her. Renee tried extremely hard to care for Emily and I did my fair share too. Despite all of her protesting, I had convinced Renee to let Emily sleep in my room and I fed her when she cried. I spend most of my time with her and only parted from her when Renee needed to feed her or when I was doing homework. On the other hand, Phil had kept his distance from me and Emily, which I was thankful for, although it did unnerve me; what was he up to?
Emily kept growing more and more as each day went by. We became extremely close and cherished every moment together. All too soon, we were celebrating her first birthday. I woke up bright and early, excited for her reaction to the present that I had got her. I took a shower and cleaned my teeth and headed back into my room as fast as I could. I swiftly changed into a grey tank top with a pair of denim short shorts; it was quite hot. I didn't bother with shoes as I enjoyed the feel of the carpet beneath my exposed toes. I turned my attention to the crib by the opposite wall and crept silently to peek at Emily. She had grown quite a bit and was now about one foot tall, with silky, curly blonde hair down to her shoulders. Her face had become more round and she had a loving glow about her. She couldn't walk or talk but I was hoping that she would be doing that soon. I glanced at the time and saw that it was eight in the morning; this was normally the time that I woke her up.
As predicted, Emily started to stir in her cot. She raised her little arms to stretch and an adorable yawn escaped her mouth, making me chuckle. She rubbed one of her eyes lazily and drowsily opened her eyes. As soon as she saw me, a heart breaking smile lit up her face and she squealed. I smiled back down at her and she reached for me, wanting me to hold her. I carefully picked her up and slowly walked around the room with her. Balancing her in one of my arms, I opened the curtains and bright sunlight filled the room. Emily squirmed and buried her face in my chest. I laughed and opened the windows, allowing fresh air to circulate around the room.
I took her downstairs, cooing at her as I got out the bottle of milk from the fridge. She squealed in delight as she saw the bottle in my hands. I put it in her mouth and she greedily suckled. I looked out of the window as she fed. Phil hadn't touched me since Emily was born; I had almost forgotten about him completely as he was scarcely around anymore. Almost.
Emily pushed the bottle away and I rubbed her back, making her burp. Once she did, I put the bottle away and headed back upstairs with her, running a warm bath for her. I washed her small body with great care and gentleness as she laughed at the bubbles that she had made. Once she was squeaky clean, I dried her off with a fluffy towel and then brought her back into my room where I put her in a cute little blue and white dress with white tights. I lifted her back up into my arms and then travelled back into the kitchen where I placed Emily in her high chair whilst I poured myself some cereal. Emily watched me in fascination as I ate and started making me laugh me she copied my chewing motions. Once I was finished, I cleaned my bowl and placed myself in the lounge with Emily on my lap. She started to play with strands of my hair which were now down to my waist; I couldn't give up precious time with my sister for a haircut.
Renee and Phil came downstairs half an hour later. As soon as she saw Emily, Renee whizzed over to us and plucked her out of my arms, spinning her around the room singing "Happy Birthday!". I laughed at her display of affection. I glanced at Phil and saw that he had fallen back asleep on the couch and I had the most powerful urge to hit him with something.
I looked after Emily whilst Renee went to buy a cake. I placed her on the sofa and I hovered over her, ready to catch her if she fell. Suddenly, I heavy hand clamped into my hair.
"Don't worry; we'll go back to our old ways soon enough. I might even let the baby into our little fun." Phil's disgusting voice mused in my ear. Fear gripped at my heart, but it didn't overpower the surge of rage I felt towards him. If he hurt a hair on Emily's head I would kill him. My fists clenched and I was about to hit him but the front door opened and Renee placed the cake down in the kitchen.
"Phil, darling? Can you help me with this shopping please?" Renee called out. Phil pulled my hair a little bit as a warning and then stalked outside to help Renee. The tears stung my eyes and I turned around to face Emily. She looked at me gravely, as if she knew what had happened, and reached out for me. I picked her up and she clung to my neck, burying her face into the crook of my neck.
"Don't worry; I won't let him hurt you. I promise." I repeated to her.
The afternoon flew by and before I knew it, it was time to open presents. We made a small circle around Emily who was lying on her back in the middle.
"Our presents first!" Renee squealed. She and Phil had decided to combine together to get Emily loads of cuddly toys, but that was only because Phil couldn't think of anything to get her. I snorted; like he cared.
Emily was amused by the toys she received and threw them everywhere, laughing gleefully as they flew in the air.
"What did you get her Bella?" Renee asked, curiosity radiating off her bouncing form. I quickly dashed up the stairs and retrieved the little box that I had kept hidden for two weeks. I sprinted back down to Emily and produced the box in front of her. She cocked her head to the side as she looked at it and smiled when she saw me start to unwrap it. The jewellery box lay flat in the palm of my hands. Emily leaned closer to observe it and I opened it up, revealing the silver heart locket inside. I took it out of its case and cautiously opened it. Inside it read "Emily Jane & Isabella Marie" with a picture of both of us. I showed it to Emily who clapped in delight. I cautiously clasped it around her neck and kissed her on the forehead.
"Happy Birthday Emily." I whispered. I pulled away from her joyous little body and saw Renee blubbering out of the corner of my eye. I reached out to Renee and hugged her tight, still keeping an eye on Emily who was twirling the locket around in her fingers. I closed my eyes as I comforted my mom when I heard the best sound in the world.
"Izzy." A small voice giggled. My eyes snapped open and I directed my gaze to Emily. Renee must have heard it too.
"Did she just-?"
"I think so." I whispered. I let go of Renee and crawled on the floor to Emily who was playing with the locket.
"What did you say?" I asked her. She giggled again.
"Izzy." My heart leapt and I jumped up with Emily in my arms and started twirling around the room.
"Oh my God! She said my name!" I cried. Renee came rushing over and kissed us both on our heads, wrapping us up in an embrace.
"Isn't that amazing Phil?" Renee gushed. He turned to us in disinterest before grunting and turning on the T.V.
"Ok Em, you know the drill." I told her as I walked her back from kindergarten. Emily was now four years old. I was so proud the day that she started walking. She could talk too, but liked to abbreviate. Her bouncy blonde hair was now down to the middle of her back. She was about three foot tall now and was wearing a lovely pink and white dress. Watching Emily grow up had made me want to be a mother. I wanted to find Mr. Right, marry him and have children of my own.
But I knew that couldn't happen, not with Phil around. Once Renee started working again, the beatings came back, although they were much worse than before. I was constantly buying make-up so that I could cover up the cuts and bruises so that no one would be suspicious; they all thought I was like any other typical seventeen year old girl. Phil had given up his baseball last year which meant that he was at home all the time, unless he was out drinking which he normally did after he beat me.
We turned the corner and I gave Emily's hand a reassuring squeeze. I had managed to hide her when she was younger so that Phil couldn't get to her. Now that she was older she started to hide herself. She didn't really know what was going on, but she did tell me one day that she had heard me crying at night. Never in my life had I felt guiltier.
We approached the front door when Emily clung to me, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Be safe." She mumbled into my waist. Of course, I couldn't promise her that. I tilted her chin up with my fingers and wiped away her tears.
"I'll do my best." I promised. I kissed her forehead and placed my hand on the door knob, dread flooding over me from what was about to come. I glanced back at Emily's shaking form.
"Are you ready?" I gently asked her. She took in a few deep breaths and nodded her head. I quickly opened the door and Emily rushed inside the house, darting up the stairs to find a place where she could hide. I closed the front door urgently before being picked up and thrown onto the floor. I cried out in pain as my back hit the wooden floor.
"Welcome home Isabella." Phil sneered. He lifted his heavy boot and kicked me in the stomach several times. I did my best to hold in any noise so that Emily didn't hear anything. I was doing a good job until he rolled me over onto my back and slammed his boot down on my arm. I screamed out to the heavens, hoping that any minute this agony would end. I started seeing darkness when Phil suddenly dropped down beside me with a sudden thud. I looked up and saw Emily with one of Phil's baseball bats; she must have hit him on the head. My eyes were closing but I kept gazing at my saviour. She started crying loudly, dropped the baseball bat and lay next to me. The last thing I felt was Emily's lips on my hair as I drifted into unconsciousness.
I had sent Emily around to her friend's house that night. I was too scared of what Phil would do when he remembered what had happened, but luckily, he thought that he passed out from having too much alcohol, even though he was sober at the time.
I was currently preparing dinner when the doorbell rang. That was odd; we didn't normally have visitors. I heard a bit of shuffling in the lounge and a second later, Renee appeared and went to answer the door.
"Charlie!" I heard her welcome kindly. I dropped everything I was doing and sprinted to the front door, having to catch myself several times along the way. I stopped short when I saw Charlie in his police uniform with his gun belt still on.
"Dad!" I cried and flung myself at him. He laughed as he caught me and spun me around on the front step.
"Hey Bells." He chuckled. I briefly saw Phil with his fists clenched, glaring at me and Charlie but soon rearranged his features into false welcoming.
"Ah, Charlie. What a surprise." Phil greeted and shook Charlie's hand. "Won't you come in? We were just about to eat." As if on cue, Charlie's stomach grumbled. We all laughed as Charlie looked down and blushed.
"Come on." Renee playfully scolded, gently pushing Charlie into the house, "You need to be fed." Charlie chuckled as they headed into the dining room. I was about to join them when a hand grabbed my arm.
"I'm your father, not him." Phil hissed, digging his nails into my skin. I yelped out in pain.
"What's wrong?" Renee called frantically.
"Nothing." I replied, "I just stubbed my toe." She rolled her eyes and the adults sat down as I dished up dinner. The conversation was mainly about Charlie who had come to Phoenix on "official police business". I ate my dinner in silence.
After we ate, I cleaned up and we all sat in the lounge, watching the baseball that was on the T.V. Phil and Charlie were hooting and cheering, Renee was laughing at the men whilst I stared blankly at the screen, not seeing anything. Now that Charlie was here, I could get Phil locked away for good. I could announce that Phil had been beating me right here, right now. Then Charlie would take him away and Renee, Emily and me could move and restart our lives.
Making my decision I stood up off the floor and turned off the T.V. and turned around to face an angry Phil, a grumpy Charlie and a confused Renee.
"What's wrong sweetie?" Renee asked me gently. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. My anxiety was suddenly replaced by determination; I had to put Phil away. I snapped my eyes open and glared at Phil.
"Mom, ever since you met him." I spat, pointing at Phil, "He has been abusing me."
A deathly silence passed over everyone until Renee started laughing.
"Oh don't be so silly Bella!" she giggled, "Phil wouldn't hurt you." I stared at her wide-eyed. How could she not believe me?
"How can you accuse me of this?" Phil asked, pretending to be heart broken. Charlie looked between Renee and Phil and then looked at me.
"Come on Bells. I think it's time you went to bed." Charlie said calmly. Anger started to bubble up inside of me.
"How can you not believe me?" I shouted.
"Bella!" Renee scolded.
"Ok then. Where did I get these then? Huh?" I challenged, pulling up my jumper and shirt to reveal my black and blue stomach. Phil snorted.
"That's where you fell out of bed this morning." He lied, looking me dead in the eye.
"WHAT!" I screeched, "YOU KICKED ME SENSELESS TODAY. THAT'S WHY I'VE SENT EMILY AWAY SO THAT SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO FACE YOU!" I pointed my finger right at his face.
"Alright Bella, calm down." Charlie tried to soothe me. It helped a little bit. I started gasping and running my fingers furiously through my hair.
"Honey, you've just been under a lot of stress with Emily. Come on, you're tired. I'll tuck you in." Renee started to get up but I angrily pushed her back down. All I saw was red.
"NO!" I roared, "IF YOU WON'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT THEN I WILL!" I spotted Charlie's gun still in his gun belt. I lunged for it and ripped it out of its pocket before Charlie could react. I loaded the gun and pointed it at Phil.
"BELLA!" Renee screamed. I didn't wait as I pulled the trigger. The gun shot off and Phil flew backwards onto the sofa, blood pouring out of his head. I could see that he was dead.
For a moment, everything went still. No one dared to even breathe. Finally, Phil was gone from my life, from this world. I cackled with glee like a mad woman when Charlie came behind me and tried to tackle me. I elbowed him in the chest and he started wheezing, letting me go instantly. I snorted; some cop.
Adrenaline still ran through my body so I turned and shot at Charlie, whose lifeless form fell to the ground, his blood pooling around his head. I jumped up and down, enjoying every moment of this. I heard a whimpering behind me and turned around to find Renee cowering in the corner. My good mood instantly vanished and hate took its place. I started to slowly walk towards Renee and smirked as she tried to scramble away.
"You think you can escape?" I asked her sarcastically. Tears poured down her cheeks and her lips quivered.
"P-Please." She cried weakly, "I-I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" I repeated, "You're sorry?" I paused for a moment as she nodded her head. "What exactly are you sorry for, Renee?" I knelt in front of her trembling form, getting to eye level with her, "Sorry that I had to live with that monster for God knows how long? Sorry that I am scarred for life? Sorry that Phil didn't finish me off?" I seethed, venom lacing my words. She shook her head feebly. "Then tell me. What are you sorry for?" I used the nozzle of the gun to push a bit of hair out of her eyes.
"I-I…I…" she stuttered.
"See? You're not sorry about anything." I pointed the gun next to her left temple.
"What about Emily!" she blurted out. I smiled evilly at her.
"Oh, don't worry mother dearest. I will take care of Emily. I will be like a mother to her; the mother you never were to me." Renee's sobs got louder. "You're just pathetic." I spat.
"B-But I-I'm your m-m-mother." She whimpered. I leaned down to her ear, opposite to where the gun was still held at her temple.
"You stopped being my mother a long time ago." And with that, I pulled the trigger. A loud bang sounded and Renee's body slumped against the wall.
I stood up from my crouching position and looked around me. Suddenly, my angry mood had gone and nausea took its placed. I stared at the lifeless bodies, the people that I had murdered. I dropped the gun to the floor and heard it clatter against the wood. Tears blurred my vision and I started gasping. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were covered in blood; my family's blood. I started to step backwards until my back hit the wall. I slid down the wall and brought my knees up to my chest. I started rocking myself back and forth. Self hatred took over me as I glared at my hands. I was now a murderer. The police would lock me up in jail and then I would never see Emily again.
I realised that I had to keep going, for Emily. We could run away and start over as new people, change our names, change our styles, move out of America. I smiled as I imagined our perfect future.
I wiped away the tears from my eyes and pulled myself up off the ground. I hastily picked up the gun and shoved it in my back pocket. If I was going to get out of this, then I would have to destroy any evidence. I would not leave the gun in case it didn't get destroyed.
I felt around for my lighter that I had had since I was thirteen. I always carried it with me. I clutched on to it tight and quickly ran to Phil's wallet to get as much money as I could. He had well over a thousand dollars in there so I greedily grabbed it and stuffed it in my other pockets. I picked up the rug in the lounge and placed it over the fire place and the floor. I opened my lighter and flicked it so that the flame came out. I stared at the orange and yellow colours in amazement for a few moments before dropping it onto the carpet below. Almost immediately, it set on fire and I leisurely strolled out of the now burning house. As I was walking down the street, intending on retrieving Emily, I heard a shrill scream. I looked around quickly when the scream sounded again. The scream seemed to be coming from the house, but that wasn't possible. No one but our family went in our house and everyone in my family was dead. Except for Emily.
I dashed as quickly as I could back into the scalding house. I kicked open the front door as flames licked against my arms. I cried out but proceeded to run up the stairs, taking two at a time. Smoke filled my lungs and I coughed, trying to get the soot out of my system.
"EMILY!" I screamed.
"IZZY! HELP ME!" I heard her cry. I followed the sound of her voice and came to her bedroom. The door was locked so I tried to kick it again. But it wouldn't budge.
"HURRY! PWEASE!" she screamed. The tears blurred my vision but I would not give up on her.
"HANG ON EMILY! STAY WITH ME!" I ordered her. After ten kicks, the door finally burst open. I frantically looked around the flame engulfed room until I found Emily lying unconsciously under her bed sheets. I scurried over to her and whipped her up in my arms. I ripped off a bit of my shirt and covered her nose and mouth with it so that she wouldn't have to breathe in the toxic fumes. I ran back to the stairs, but they were already falling apart. My eyes darted for any possible escape route and I saw the open window at the end of the landing. I sprinted to the window and quickly opened it further with my foot. Thankfully, there was a branch that Emily and I would often run across when Phil and Renee weren't here. I carefully stepped out into the cold night air and balanced myself on the branch. I carefully stepped across the branch until we were safe in the tree. I sat down between the trunks of the tree and cradled Emily in my arms, removing the rag covering her airways. I stroked her marred face and her burnt hair and I couldn't stop the tears that landed on her still form. I kissed her forehead, whispering words of comfort in her ear. I looked back at the now destroyed building and kept watching as I heard sirens in the distance.
I held her hand as the heart monitor kept beeping, telling me that she was still alive. My head rested on her bed, eyes closed. I hadn't left her side since she had come here. My eyes were sore from all the crying that I had been doing. I squeezed my eyes tighter and prayed that she would be ok.
Someone must have heard my prayer for her little body stirred. My head snapped up as I stared at her. Her head was lolling slightly and she took in steady breaths. I saw her little eyes peek open and she winced at the light. Tears started to fill my eyes once again; this was all my fault.
"Izzy?" she coughed. Hearing her innocent sweet voice made the tears start to trickle down my cheeks. Her ocean blue eyes were red and swollen. Her once rosy cheeks and creamy skin were now marred with scars, burns and bruises. Tiny cuts sprayed across the left side of her face and her beautiful soft blonde hair was now matted with sweat and scraped back onto the pillow. I could only just see her tiny chest moving up and down as she struggled to breathe. I stayed where I was, not blinking, not moving. Soon she would remember what happened and then she would hate me forever. Being with me almost cost her her life.
"Oh God!" I choked. I buried my face in my hands; too ashamed to look at what I had done. "I'm so sorry."
"S'not your fault." She whispered. I heard her start panting heavily and coughing horribly. The doctors ran in, shooing me from the room. I started to cry harder as I was placed in the waiting room. A nurse tried to comfort me but I forcefully shrugged her off. This was all my fault. She could die because of me.
She was only four…
It had been two weeks since Emily woke up and she seemed to be getting better and better. The police didn't find out how the fire started, but they knew that it had been started on purpose. I pretended that I didn't know how it happened.
Emily told me that she stayed at home that night because she was too scared to leave her room because of Phil. I understood her completely but the overwhelming guilt I felt didn't ease my being.
I headed to the reception in the hospital, ready to visit Emily again.
"Emily Jane Swan, please." I told her. She typed something into her computer when it beeped. Her eyes widened and she looked at me with sympathy.
"I'm sorry. You won't be able to see her." The receptionist told me.
"Why not?" I demanded.
"Well…I'm very sorry to tell you this but…Emily died late last night." My world came crashing down. Emily…gone? No. NO! That couldn't be! She was alive, she had to be! She had to live! I started choking on the air and arms came fluttering around me as I collapsed onto the floor.
"No. Not her. My angel. My baby. My Emily." I whispered as blackness overthrew me.
The club was loud. The music from the DJ pounded against the walls where couples were dancing, or more like grinding against each other. I snorted and winced as I poured the vodka down my throat. I had lost count as to how many shots of vodka I had actually had, but my vision was blurry and I couldn't stoop hiccupping.
With my head pounding, I decided to call it a night and stumbled out of the club onto the sidewalk. My ice blue cocktail dress showed off my legs a bit too much, but I really didn't care. Emily was gone because of me. If it wasn't for me, she still would have been here.
I wailed at stumbled into an alleyway. Emily had died four months ago and I just couldn't cope anymore. I had had a mental break down and had cut my hair so it was very messy, hanging down to the middle of my back limply. I leaned my back against the grubby wall of the alley when I felt something poke at my lower back. I shuffled around in my dress and something hit the floor. I looked around me and saw it.
I shakily picked it up and stared at it. If this was the only way I could see her again, then so be it.
I bravely brought the gun up to my temple, tears leaking out of my eyes. I took in a shaky breath and squeezed my eyes shut. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, a cool hand grasped my hand which held then gun.
"Don't." I heard a gentle voice whisper, and that's when the pain in my neck started.
Every cell in my body felt like it had exploded. Fire coursed through my veins as I was being burned alive. I kept on screaming out for someone to kill me, but no one responded.
I had been burning like this for what seemed like an eternity. Only then did I notice that the pain was beginning to fade from my fingers and toes. I clenched my mouth shut as I relished the feeling of numbness. After about ten minutes, the pain had completely gone. I took in a deep clean breath and my throat burned. I hissed at the scorching sensation and snapped my eyes open. My vision seemed like it had improved. I could see everything with perfect clarity. I could hear a river running by and the gentle breeze as it made the leaves on the trees shudder.
"I see you're awake." A deep voice spoke. I jumped up within a sixteenth of a second and was momentarily stunned. The voice chuckled.
"Who are you?" I asked, "What's happened to me?" I heard footsteps approaching and I whizzed round, only to come face to face with a man.
His pale skin shone in the moonlight, his brown hair was scruffy looking, but his features were perfect. I looked him from head to toe and observed his big muscles that his shirt and jeans clung to. He looked about twenty two years old. I looked into his eyes and saw that they were a frightening burgundy colour. I gasped and jumped back.
"Y-Your eyes." I stuttered, "T-They're-"
"The same as yours, my dear." He purred. I froze. Did he really just purr? I shook my head and looked around at my surroundings. I noticed that we were in a dense forest. I was very confused; there weren't any forests in Phoenix. I turned back to the stranger who was now only inches away from me. I looked down and realised that I was still wearing the ice blue cocktail dress. I felt uncomfortable that so much of my flesh was showing so I tried to subtly pull down my dress. I glanced back up at the vampire.
"How did you do that?" I asked him. He cocked his head to the side, his expression amused.
"Do what?" he playfully asked.
"Get over to me so fast." He chuckled and leaned in further; I took an involuntary step away from him.
"I am a vampire." He stated simply. My eyes widened in shock.
"A v-vampire?" I repeated, fear gripping me.
"Yes. And so are you, love." He smiled gently. I gasped, but when I did, the burn in the back of my throat returned. My hand automatically flew up to my throat in an attempted to ease the pain. The vampire gently took my hands.
"That means you're thirsty. Let's hunt, love." He started to pull me along.
"Wait, what's with the whole "love" thing?" I asked.
"Well, you are my mate and I thought-"
"WHAT!" I screeched. His mate? How the hell could I be his mate? "I'm not your mate!" I told him firmly. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he hissed at me, pushing me up against a tree.
"Yes you are!" he hissed, "And don't you dare think otherwise!" His lips then crashed onto mine. A growl started erupting in his throat when I didn't respond. I tried to push him away but his grip tightened on me.
Suddenly, another growl echoed throughout the forest and the vampire that had me pinned spun around. He crouched down in front of me and snarled as I saw another male approach. He had dirty blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. He looked to be about thirty years old and had shocking black eyes. I guessed by his pale skin that he was a vampire as well.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY MATE!" the blonde male roared, deranged.
"SHE'S MINE!" the first male hissed. Snarls came from their chests and suddenly, they lunged at each other. They started clawing and kicking each other. I stared in shock at their hospitality. And all because of me. I couldn't stand to watch this terrifying display, so I did the first thing that came into my head.
My feet didn't touch the dirt as I practically flew through the forest. I darted in and out of trees, taking different paths so the other males could not find me if they wanted to. After half an hour of mindless running, a mouth watering scent hit my nose. All reasoning left my mind as I followed the scent at lightening speed. I came onto a trail when I saw him. A human hiker, obviously lost. He had his map out in front of him glancing at the map and then his surroundings, only to go back to the map again. I smiled evilly and let my instincts take over. I coiled myself into a ball and then sprang at the unsuspecting human. I heard him start to scream but muffled his nose and mouth with my hand. I ripped his head to the side and licked my lips as I saw his pulse rising out of his neck. I didn't hesitate as I plunged my teeth into his neck. I moaned as the warm, thick, rich liquid poured down my throat. The weak human tried to fight me off but his attempts were feeble. Soon he died down and all that was left was his lifeless body on the forest floor. I licked the blood off his neck and my lips and dropped him to the floor. I looked down at the man and realised what I had done. I had just killed an innocent man. I looked at his drained body again. I had just taken away his soul. He could have a wife waiting for him. He could have someone like Emily…
I wailed to the heavens and ran as fast as I could to anywhere. I destroyed trees in my path as I charged through the dense forest. In front of me was a clearing and I stopped. I looked ahead and saw that it was unoccupied. I hesitantly stepped forwards and saw that located in the middle of the grass was a pond. I hurriedly ran over to it and looked at my reflection. I screamed at what I saw.
Blood red eyes stared back at me. My messily cut hair was now a luscious brunette that flowed softly down to the middle of my back. My skin was pale white and strong, my features were perfect.
I was perfect.
I was a monster.
The body of the man sprung back into my mind and I covered my face in my hands. I swore then and there that I would never harm humans again. They had a family, they had lives.
The image of Emily burned in the back of my lids and I screamed out in agony. I had taken away lives.
I would never do that again.