User:XWoodsx

Her hazel eyes were concentrated on the ceiling of her room. There was nothing to look at, though. The only thing she was trying to do was to block the thoughts running through her head. Never in her fourteen years had she felt any feeling of love or any sign of anyone caring. Not even her boyfriend had ever told her he loved her. Not a single time. She stroked the long scars of her arm, trying to stop the tears from coming out. She sat up and stared at her mirror. She sighed. Ileana she was called. So ridiculous. Why would she be named "Shining Beauty", when she was just a small redhead full of flaws? She laced up her boots and buttoned her skinny black jeans. Her striped shirt was easily fit against her body. Every night was the same. She got ready, prepared her backpack, and climbed on the window, ready to run away. But she always was invaded by the same thought. ‘Where am I going to go?' There was nowhere. She had wasted all her friendships, she had no other Family member, and her boyfriend was a total dick. She couldn’t go anywhere. She sighed and closed the window. Slowly, she stepped closer to her bed, crawling under it and pulling out a shoe box. A tear slipped from her eye as she pulled out a razor blade. - I'm sorry. - She said, lifting it up. - I'm sorry. - She repeated, as she slid it on her wrist, and blood quickly started pouring out.

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- We are over. - She said, staring at her boyfriend, Ethan, as soon as he came out of his room. Ethan stared at her blankly. - Why? - She asked. - Why did you cheat? - Because you don't Give me what I want. He said, stepping closer. Ileana quickly started to back off, and Ethan squeezed her wrist angrily. - I'll show you what You never gave me. - He growled, pushing her on the floor, and undoing his belt. She stared at him in fear. - No…- Ileana paused. - Please. I'm sorry. He smirked. - It's too late to be sorry. Well, look at this. And with that, he grabbed her arms and pushed her down on the floor. The next thing she knew was she was in an empty field. Then felt a burning sensation taking over from her head to her toes. Then, she saw fire. And that was all.

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Her eyes opened to see a bright white light over her. She looked around, to find herself surrounded of Doctors. Ileana did nothing but make silence as they tried to heal her burns. Someone put a gas mask over her mouth and nose, making her black out again. By the time she woke up again, she only saw white. Anyone would believe they were in heaven. But she didn't. She knew she didn't belong there. No one belonged somewhere that did not exist. A nurse with tanned skin and a bright and fake smile approached her. Ileana read the name in the identification card on the nurse’s chest. Sarah.

-Hello, sweetheart. – Sarah said in a soft voice. Ileana just nodded her head. The nurse frowned, and then smiled again. -Good news are the fire didn’t get to your internal organs and we could take care of your skin before it was too late. You’ll have to take care of it for a few weeks, but you’ll be alright. You were really lucky. Ileana nodded, and kept looking away, not really paying attention to what Sarah was saying. Ethan’s words kept sounding inside her head. Too late to be sorry. Everyone hurt each other and then said they were sorry. She realized that if they were sorry, why they felt sorry after it was done. After it was too late. Someone had to make people be really sorry. Why not her? She didn’t realize she was biting her lip until she felt the taste of blood. Her teeth let go of her lip and she got up, and looked around looking for her clothes.

Ileana spotted the blue and purple striped on a table near a window. She approached it and looked up. She would have gasped if she hadn't promised herself to not let anyone hear her voice ever again. She noticed her skin was damaged, but that was not what impressed her the most. No, what had caught her attention were her eyes. The orbs that had once been hazel were now a deep shade of magenta. She noticed her hair was shorter, now reaching her shoulders lightly, and the ends of it were burnt. Ileana began to feel dizzy as she did not recognize the girl looking back at her in the mirror. Again, she felt her eyes heavy, and blacked out.

She opened her XWoodsx (talk) 15:11, February 5, 2014 (UTC)eyes, only looking up to see her room walls. The sound of fighting coming from the kitchen awoke her. Of course her parents were fighting again, always yelling about the huge mistake of having a kid. As she got up, wincing in pain when her burns touched each other lightly, the thoughts she had had earlier reappeared, blocking any other thought. Her feet slowly stepped through the house and to the kitchen and simply stood there, watching as her parents both turned to look at her. Ileana felt amused as their faces filled with anger, but her lips didn’t twitch. She only remained serious as her father walked to her, yelling at her for spying on grownups, her mother approached her, too, also angry, almost as much as her father. She smirked as her father lifted his hand, ready to make contact with her face. But before he could lower it, Ileana swiftly stabbed his heart with the knife her mother was cooking with. She couldn’t help but grin as she watched the blood pour out, and the man collapsing on the floor, whimpering, as he began to bleed out.

The young girl laughed internally and pulled the knife out of his chest. Her mother’s screams? Music to her years. She looked up at the woman in front of her, and before she realized, her daughter had knocked her down. - Ile, please. – She whimpered, letting tears slip out as Ileana pressed the metal with her husband’s blood on it against her neck. – I’m so sorry for all I did to you. She began to calm down as her now killer child’s face began to soften. Ileana smiled back, then she began to trace lines on her mother’s chest. The woman bit her lip, but did not scream as her blood poured out. Then closed her eyes shut, knowing what was about to happen as her daughter lifted the knife. -Goodbye. – She whispered, as Ileana roughly pulled her knife down.

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It was 7 am when the girl arrived. Paul was surprised to see a child getting a haircut so early in the morning all by herself. Still, he was not risking to lose a client, so he smiled warmly when the girl, who seemed to be mute, as she did not say a word to him, sat on the chair and pointed at the hairstyle on a magazine. He gave her a smile and began to cut the burnt hair ends. Then bleached her reddish hair as she commanded him. He finished his job dying her hair strands of a deep, but light blue color.

As soon as the hairstyler was done, the girl got up, handed him a bag and walked out. - Damn. – He thought. – What a cold girl. Paul stared down at the money, he gasped as she saw the words “I know what you did” written on one of them. He knew what it meant. He shivered as he remembered the man he had ran over with his car. Paul groaned as he felt a sensation of pain going through his chest. He looked up just to see blue hair and purple stripes. He wondered if the girl was a demon sent to earth to take souls to the depths of hell. No, he thought, she is just a psycho. He looked up, just in time to see her write on the mirror using his blood. She turned around, sat next to him and smiled, right after stabbing his chest. Life left the man's eyes

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- 911. What’s your emergency?

- I haven’t seen my neighbors in days and I think they might be dead.

''- Alright miss. We´ll send help right now.''

- Thank you.

None of the police officers Alexander Smith and Amelia Vazquez thought would find such a terrible scene until they found the bodies rotting in the kitchen. - Damn. – Said Alexander. - I know. – Amelia replied.

- I’ll go see if I can find anything upstairs. – Alex whispered back. She nodded. Amelia approached the man’s body as the young man walked up the stairs. She saw stabbing marks on the man’s stomach. The woman had been stabbed too, plus her throat had been sliced. She noticed some marks on her chest, as she paid more attention, she discovered what they were. Words.

Amelia began to read and let out a scream as she read. The exact same words that had been written on Paul Cucciaio's mirror when he was killed were also on the woman's chest.

"It's too late to be sorry."