by Melissa Crossley

Created on: June 06, 2009

She stood over him, her face bloody and her hands dripping. She was shaking but she ignored it the best she could. First things first: Kill him. That's all, a little thing; people were killing people every single day. But she backed up a step, and her foot caught on the small area rug and she fell to her knees sobbing. The knife that she had clutched in her hand fell clattering to the tiled floor, and she could only stare at the figure lying in front of her, motionless.

Two Hours Earlier: Misty found herself losing small fractions of time, just little snippets of time. She was not overly concerned with this however. She simply figured it was Nis's way of keeping her on track. Her hands were red and raw from her constant rubbing and picking at them but this she found impossible to stop doing. Her eyes were hollow and dark circles framed her hazel eyes. She looked at the clock and saw with some shock that it was ten to three all ready! How did it get so late so quickly?

She got up from the couch, and walked to the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. She was forgetting something. She stopped her foot held in midair and her mouth open. Her eyes clouded over and a thought inside her mind began to thunder at her. The Knife! Go get the knife! She turned around and went to the kitchen and opened the drawer. It was at this moment when her hand closed over the wooden handle that another voice, a soft and distant voice began to speak to her. She tried to silence it, tried to call on Nis to stop it from talking to her, but she could hear it anyway. It told her that she was officially out of her mind, over the moon, crazy. It told her to stop and pick up the phone instead. Call for help before things went too far.

She had all ready reached that point thought hadn't she? She knew that she had failed, that what she was about to do was the only thing to be done. She picked up the butcher knife, and went upstairs.

One Hour Earlier: She counted each of the steps and she went up, making sure to skip over the creaky boards. Ten, eleven and then the landing. It was hot up here in the afternoons and a sweat had broken out on her chest and neck. Her night gown was sticking to her skin. No matter, she thought to herself. It would not take long to rectify this bad situation. She tried to ignore the pictures that were lining the walls on both sides of her. She could not bear to see those demons staring back at her, their leering smiles reminding her of what was waiting.

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