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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Mystery · #2151676
Emma Maribel encounters a murder that she could't escape from. Who/what is the murder?
Emma's POV
Emma Maribel is my name and I'm here to tell you about something I witnessed, a (never to be told) terrifying event that i just don't even know how i even managed to escape. Let's start with my life. It's not even me. Im scared to be myself because im afraid that letting my inner self im just going to look weird to everyone and just be a complete loser. It's frustrating wearing all of that heavy makeup. Acting like if all those exsiting boys were cute when they are really not, just complete snobs. But something that i get to do is show off. I know im pretty, many people have told me I indeed am...so i take advantage of that. Back to the incident, i had just moved in to my friends apartment. I was sick of beinng cramped in that hell hole i live(d) in. Man these girls are bad influence but it makes me cool. To 'celebrate' for my moving in, we went to a bar...then to a strip club. Of course we are the right age, we are college students! Well that is at least me...my friends dropped out while I, well, wanted the education. My friends tell me i should drop out too, that its nice to at least have some freedom. Anyways, we arrived, and yeah just to say, I was never fan of strip clubs, their just...disguisting. I saw a girl, she looked 18 or 19, in my head I thought 'what is she doing' she was a pole dancer. She was pretty good at it like if she done it over a thousand times, not to mention she was stunningly beautiful. She stared at me with deep electric green blue eyes (if that color even existed), i felt uncomfortable. She actually looked ghostly. I ignored her and turned away and grabbed a drink closest to me. I turned back to expect her still pole dancing but...she was gone. Now i was totally freaking out. 'take deep breaths Emma' i told myself. nothing. thats it I'm going into the bathroom. I walked in and felt the need to puke. . to much liquorI felt a strange presence around me strange. I looked in the mirror, there i was. But...no it isn't. My skin was peeled off and i had bloodshot eyes with blood coming out like if i were crying. Not only that, my clothing was torn and tattered and my teeth were sharp as razors. My skin...gosh. It looked dead and demonly. I did what i could do and screamed. i got to get out this is not my reflection ITS NOT ME! OR IS IT?) I turned and saw a girl with blindfold with blood soaked on where the eyes are supposed to be, some of the blood was dripping from it. she had a smile more like smirk and a purple crop top sweater shirt with oversized sleeves and shorts. Her black long hair was beautiful, long and wavy. "You're lost, empty, and soon to be hurting...' she said in a demonic voice. I was paralyzed as if I were being held in place by a strong force. She pulled one side of her blind fold to reveal a glowing green blue iris while the rest of the eyes turned black ' i know who you are' no you don't. I need to get out scream. i tried to look away but then all of a sudden pain rushed through me. My veins organs heart EVERYTHING. I felt like i was suffocating, bleeding internally. She grabbed my neck, why? Next thing you know, I was screaming a loud, ear bleeding, scream. My neck..it was burning and it seemed as if neon green substance was dripping...my flesh is burning. Fortunately, a noise was heard and she got distracted...time to go. I ran as fast as i could but all of a sudden, everything went dark. I heard a giggle a diabolical one. I turned to look at her. Her skin was cracked and paler than her beautiful tan one. wait...she looked like that girl pole dancing. She wasn't wearing the same from the other two outfits, she was wearing a dress...a dark purple one. Let's see who you really are she said in a hushed voice barely audible but that seemed to echo through the depths of my mind. I screamed and heard sirens. She tilted her head in a 'cute' manner and returned back to 'normal' and looked at me then smiled and looked down and walked through the wall then ran into the mirror and just disappeared. The police came then found me God I'm so happy. A cop went towards me and asked "are you okay?" I'm fine. I tried to make a noise but...nothing. I'm mute. the cop furrowed his brow and called the ambulance. The next day I discovered that my 'friends were dead' "they were probably killed from to much liquor in their system ""but that doesn't make sense , their immune sys-"blah blah. i think i know who it was. that girl. She's not even human.. or is (was) she? a spirit probably...but her hand didn't just went through me. I could just tell them, but i can't. All I'm stuck with is with a notebook and therapist that doesn't even know what I'm trying to say.
The therapist leaves after an hour or so. I'm still stuck in this bleak looking room. Makes me more depressed than what I already am. I sigh and start getting teary, what am I going to do? I look into the mirror. CRACK is heard it. It cracked. I looked into the now cracked mirror and a bleeding hand submerges. My helpless self tries to scream but thanks to my disadvantages of being mute, nothing comes out. I struggle and look at her now fully submerged body. She tilts her head and smiles. I look at her one last time...she looks damn creepy with her sleeves that are x-large. My mind feels hazy and my flesh burns. Blood runs starts piling up my throat and I start choking. Every single vein in me turns black. The thing...starts walking towards me. Once again she puts her hand on my throat but his time, my skin starts to burn off. Her blindfold is now off, So I take this chance to look into her 'eyes'. She keeps an emotionless face....just emptiness.
I never thought that I would die a slow painless death. She started by burning flesh off into making me suffocate and choke in my own blood. My blood slowly left my body as I blankly looked into her eyes. My thoughts are escaping and I can't think. Next thing you know, I see her covered in blood and suddenly not....what? The last thing I see her do, is grab 2 pieces of the broken mirror. She makes me look at my self and I dare not describe the horrific view. My last action was a seizure before she cuts my eyes.
Emma Maribel dies a slow painful death.


3rd Pov
Doctors and detective debate this incident of murder. Many say it was an employee from the now closed down hospital. The one bewildering piece now to solve is, the mirror. Only two notice the connection from 2014 'suicide'. "Alexandra Hunter was her name sir" "Was? She didn't die Zyleak" "But this was years ago and their hasn't been any reports of her, surely she's dead, sir" "Zyleak, 18 years old. She was 18 DAMN YEARS!" "B-but.." "SILENCE! Say no more, Zyleak. The point is that we both know it's her. We've should've warned the society earlier. A new damn murderer is on the loose."......
To be continued.....?

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