| | the.BLOSSOMING |  Sun Jun 15, 2008 7:56 am by Admin |
She wobbled towards the television set, running her smooth, delicate fingers along the rough, wooden surface. Her small digits slid over the dark screen and across the small buttons near the bottom. She closed her eyes and a smile graced her lips. Her body began to rock from side to side, as if she were dancing a slow waltz with the television set, and she unconsciously began to hum a familiar tune. Both hands were on either side of the television and she bit her lip and threw her head back.
Her tongue traced the contours of her mouth and a sigh parted from her lips.
The girl opened her eyes and blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
She stopped rocking and removed her fingers from the television.
Another smile and she skipped towards the couch.
Her hands grabbed the remote, she plopped down in the cushion, and pressed the power button.
There was a noise then the television came to life.
"...in other news, a young girl was found dead this evening in Nash County Park. The victim goes by the name of Sable Tyson and investigators have concluded that her cause of death was murder. Investigators say that Sable was dragged into Nash County Park, beaten, and then shot to death. The prime suspect is believed to be Anthony Tyson, the young girl’s father. The weapon used at the scene of the crime was a Beretta Tomcat 32. Tyson’s fingerprints have been found on the weapon and he has been sentenced to life imprisonment. All of those who knew Sable are giving their condolences to the family. She was only 19 when she died."Elysia frowned.
Her eyes rolled towards the back of her head and the remote slipped from her grasp, following down.
Down.
Down to the carpeted floor and next to her socked foot.
Her hand immediately clasped her forehead and she sunk lower into the couch.
Her breathing rate increased.
Her heartbeat increased.
Her temple pulsated.
Perspiration gathered.
Her eyes shut closed.
She couldn’t control her self.
She tried and always failed.
"Cold. Cold. So very cold..." her body jerked, writhed, twisted.
Her mouth moved and words sprang forth.
"So very cold," she moaned in agony and tears slid down her cheeks.
"Where am I? Please, where are you taking me?" She cried out loud and her eyes fluttered. Her hands gripped the cushion and balled the material in her fist.
Indent marks etched their way into the leather and punctured the surface.
"Please! Where are you taking me?!"
She screamed this time.
Louder.
She wanted to know. She needed to know.
"W-Who are you?" Elysia’s voice lowered.
"Y-You ..." She gasped for breath, gasped for air.
She couldn’t breathe.
She saw him. The black mask covering his face covered all except his eyes.
Those eyes.
She knew them.
Pain shot through her face as she felt the powerful blow. Her eyes squinted as she saw his hand meet her face. She felt the flesh inside of her mouth rip apart. She felt the material on his hands pound against her cheek. She saw his gloves and felt his fury.
She felt it.
Again.
Again.
Again.
More hot tears and an aching jaw that felt the pressure of fists to the face.
Elysia groaned in pain. Her body jerked once more before the final blow came.
"No! Please! Please don’t do it! Please..." Elysia cried as soon as the pain subsided.
Her body returned back to normal, but she could still see it.
"Please!" She stared the man in the eye once more.
"Please!" She cried again, louder, before his finger curled and pulled the trigger.
There was a quiet gasp and her body sprang upwards on the couch. Elysia opened her eyes once the image dissipated and screamed.
She screamed and screamed, towards the top of her lungs.
Her older brother ran from his room with his headphones around his neck and on top of his shoulders. He ran to her aid, clearing her fallen strands away from her sticky forehead and got down on one knee.
He gripped both of her shoulders and stared at her for a while.
She stared back and neither of them said a word.
Levon finally pulled her within his warm embrace and rubbed her back while she cried onto his shoulder.
Once she calmed down, she finally opened her mouth to speak.
"It..." she paused, gasping for breath and clenching him tightly, "Levon, it wasn’t her father. He didn’t do it."He listened with open ears. He had no idea what she was talking about, but he knew she was just having another one of those moments.
He was all so familiar with them.
"He didn’t do it," she whispered.
"It was..." She stopped, remembering the person’s eyes beneath the mask.
She breathed again before revealing the terrible truth.
"He...there was a mask. His eyes...they were just like hers, except darker. Too young!" She cried and shook uncontrollably.
"His hands," she paused, "they were covered up. No fingerprints. His hands. Covered. Gloves. There were gloves. He killed her. He shot her. She cried and cried. No fingerprints. Not his. Not his fingerprints. Gloves. He shot her."
"Elysia, calm down." Her brother released himself from their embrace and looked her squarely in the eyes.
"Now tell me, what happened?"
Her eyes held no life. It was as if she didn’t have a soul. She blankly looked at him and minutes felt like hours before she finally responded.
"It was her brother."
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