User:EyelesSBeautY12

Starting, 1823; May 13th.

Heel's clicking, out through the halls of the great home. Of the Stones. Knocking on the door, making Elizabeth bolt down the stairs. Smiling, Elizabeth, went into the main room. Opening the door, to see her best friend, Jamie. They hugged each other, at the sight from both of them. Elizabeth may be older, then her by four year's. Didn't matter. Low life, or high life. Never matter, to them at all.

Friendship matter to them, all the way. "I see, you could make it." Elizabeth said, with a joyful tone. Jamie nodded, smiling. "Glad I could." She replied, kindly. As Elizabeth stepped out of the way, for Jamie to enter. Once Jamie entered, she shut the door behind her.

"Mother is making dinner, if you wanted to eat dinner here." Jamie looked at Elizabeth and nodded. "May as well." She chuckled, as she put her bag on the chair.

"Still into reporting?" Elizabeth asked, and she nodded in reply. "Of course I am." She replied.

Elizabeth looked over at the basement door, seeing it was just shut. "Father must be going down there once again." Elizabeth sounded uneasy, she never did when she was talking about the basement. Or anything from way under.

"Suppose so." Jamie replied. They both brushed it off as if it was nothing. But it was something.

"Girls! Dinner's done!" Elizabeth's mother called from the kitchen. And both girl's went into the kitchen to eat.

Once dinner was done, they both went upstairs. To Elizabeth's room. "Isn't this just wonderful, we haven't gotten to actually spend time together. Sense you moved." Said Elizabeth, and Jamie nodded in reply.

"It is wonderful." They both chuckled. "Your staying right?" Jamie looked at Elizabeth, and nodded.

Elizabeth's Point Of View.

Smiling, I grabbed my journal off my bed. Sitting down, with my journal on my lap. Jamie say down on the bed, next to me. I had to say, it was wonderful having someone to talk to.

I placed my finger's onto the side of my journal, flipping it open to a random page. Nothing; it was blank. I grabbed a pencil, and started to draw. Jamie watched me draw, endlessly. Not looking away, I began drawing a beautiful white gown, that would go down to the ground. Lacy long white sleeve's, with a collar to top it off. It really was a beautiful gown. "It's very pretty, Lizzy." Jamie said, and I chuckled at my nickname.

"That's not my name." I replied, and she chuckled. "But, it's a nickname." She said with a grin. I rolled my green eye's.

"I know, that it's a nickname." I replied, with a chuckle. Once I was finished, I put away my pencil and journal. I turned my head. I lifted up, off my bed. And moved over to my door, that entered outside. I turned the knob, and opened both door's, letting fresh air enter.

Smiling, I went outside, and Jamie followed. We both looked out, as I rested my elbow's on the concrete, looking out to the forest. And the town. I loved this place, even how old fashioned it was. It was beautiful sight, to see. Only if you can see it, of course. Small town, rich family. Which would be me, and my parent's. I didn't like it, I would always go into town, and help by any way I could.

"It's beautiful isn't it Lizzy?" She asked, and I nodded in reply. Thunder. I looked up, and noticed it was getting cloudy. I sighed. "I guess we should get inside." I said, and we both went inside. Shutting and locking the door's behind us.

The sun shining bright light, was soon turning dawn. As the rain fell.

Once Jamie had left, to go back home. I sat on my bed, bored out of my mind. Yawning slightly, as I put down my journal once again. I was tired, of flipping through page's. Seeing only drawing's, and nothing else.

I got up, and went passed the basement door. Hearing a scream, I jumped. Almost dropping my journal that I carried down with me. I looked at the basement door, very keenly. "Hmh.." I said, quietly almost a muffle.

I brushed it off as nothing, and went into the kitchen. To get me a cup of water. Once I did that, I passed the basement door again. Hearing another scream. I looked at the basement door, once again. Placing a hand on the handle, trying to open it. 'Locked, go figure.' I thought to myself, with a heavy sigh. As I let go of the door knob.

Holding my journal and the cup of water, I went into my bedroom. Placing the cup and journal on my nightstand. I sat down on my bed, facing the window. It was dark out already. Sighing, laying back on the bed. Hearing muffed screams, most likely in pain. I covered myself up with my blanket.

I shut my eye's, and drifted off to sleep.

~`~`~

Yawning, I sat up. Moving my head on my forehead, moving back my hair. I uncovered myself, as I got out of bed. Getting out of my bed, and I went onto doing my morning routine.

"Sweetie, we should talk." My mother said, as my father was no where to be found. I looked at my mother, and had a 'what' face. I walked over to her, and sat down on the dinning room table.

"Your twenty year's old. Were going to find you someone that would care for you." My mother said, as I sighed heavily. 'Really.' I thought to myself in my head, as I rolled my eye's. "Why?" I asked, she raised her eye brow like it was some joke.

"Oh and sweetie, we invited someone over for you. So dress nice tonight." Mother said, as I sighed, once again. I went back into my room, while plopping down on my bed. "Why, just why." I said, out loud. Which I never really do, but oh well.

Night has fallen, down on us quickly. And I to get dressed. I dressed in a black dress, with black heel's. Yes, black, and not some random color. Mother did my hair, into a bun. "Mother, I like my hair down." I said, and she sighed. Taking it down, she brushed my black hair.

Once someone knocked on the door, my mother bolted downstairs. I was confused, not knowing what to think of this. I really didn't know. I just, god. I'm not ready for all this.

I went downstairs, heel's clicking onto the flooring below my shoes. I didn't normally dress like this, normally in a lose dress, but this was fine. Just a bit tighter, then what I normally wear. I brushed it off, as I went downstairs. Seeing a man, almost the same age of me. "Why hello there, my lady." He said, kissing my hand. I said nothing, just pulling back my hand. No blush, nothing. I clearly wasn't having the 'good' times, like mother said.

After about an hour later, it was dinner time. I really didn't say anything, but god that man Itward- or whatever his name was.- I didn't really have any feeling's toward him at all. Were to diverse for each other. He's loud, I'm quiet. He's short, and I'm tall. We talked about hobbies we did, and nothing was alike.

Once that he gotten back to where he came, I sat at the dinning table and felt like I wanted to scream. But I couldn't, I couldn't scream. It would only alarm the guards, but oh well.

I got up from the table, and passed the basement once again hearing screaming. I didn't even bother to try, I only brushed it off like it was nothing. And went straight to my bedroom. Shutting the door behind me. Grabbing the pillow and screaming into it.

Throwing the pillow at my bed, I sighed heavily.

It's been day's, and my so called, 'Husband' has been spending a lot of time with me, I didn't like it, at all. "Oh come on, stop being quiet!" He screamed at me, god I hated him. He was angry, and look at me, not caring at all. "Listen when I'm talking to you!" He screamed at me, as he slapped me upside the head. My head stayed to the side, as anger was raising through out my vain's.

"D-Did you just slap me?!" I screamed at him, as I glared at him, keenly. Grinning, he nodded. And I took off my glove, and slapped him across the face. Leaving a red hand print. My mother came running downstairs, to look at us. "What is going on here!?" She screamed at us, I pointed at him. "He slapped me." I said, quickly. And he said nothing.

I glared at him, and he left with a grin across his face. "Are you ok sweetie?" She asked, as she looked at the red hand print that was stinging on my cheek. I nodded slightly. "I'm ok, mother. I'm going to rest." I said, and I went upstairs. Hearing screams' coming from the basement. And the door was cracked. I looked at it, keenly looking into it.

"Hmh.." I said, out loud. As I entered slowly, hearing my heels click onto the floor. I looked down at the stairs, it was dark. I looked at the wall's, and grabbed a lighten torch, holding it a foot and a half away from my face. And almost a half a foot above my head, I went deeper into the basement. Letting the scream's become louder. There was a light in the basement room, so I placed the torch in the empty hostel. Once down a few more stairs, I peeked around the corner.

Seeing the most horrifying sight. "Oh my god.." I muttered under my breath. Guts, blood, flesh was torn all across the room, I was going to vomit in the mere seconds. But what was more horrifying, was.. Seeing my own father, biting a half eaten heart.

I placed a hand over my mouth, holding back tear's, that was welding in my eye's. I kept looking around the room, caged people and animals. 'What was my father doing down here?' I thought to myself, and I was like two second's away from puking. I felt it go up, and I swallowed it back down. Bad idea, either way.

My father is a cannibal, and I found out. My eye's widened, and I ran upstairs quickly, but quietly at the same time. Slamming the door shut behind me, and I ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind me, and vomit's in the trash can. 'Never going back down there.' I thought to myself, as I was holding back puke.

Once I was finished, throwing up my dinner. I went downstairs, I sat down on the couch. Fear in my eye's, and doesn't have that sparkle anymore.

Only a few day's after the encounter I had with my father. I brushed that memory from my head as quickly as I could. My mother was tying the back of my gown, just before the night I was getting married to someone I hated. "Do I have to, mother?" I asked, and she nodded. I stood up, and looked at the gown, that I was dressed it.

It was beautiful dress. I loved it, but it wasn't suppose to be him I was getting married to. My mother kept my hair straight, and down. Sense, that's how I always liked it. The dress was old, sense it was my mother's. But it didn't go to waste after all. Smiling, I looked at myself in the mirror. "You look beautiful, sweet-heart." My mother said, and I smiled. "Thank's, mother." I replied.

We both chuckled a bit, and my so called 'husband' came by. He knocked at the door, "Mr. Stones, I need to have a word with you." He said, and with that my mother went off to talk to him. I looked at myself in the mirror again. "This isn't what I want." I said, sadly. Before a loud scream was to be heard. I ran into the living room, and there my mother and father was died.

"No.. God, no." I said, with tear's falling down my cheek's. No one was around, I sat next to them. Holding my mother's hand, she was still alive. "I..It's g-going to be ok." She said, tear's fell down my cheek's, hitting the door. "I-I.. L-Love you.." She said, and with that, she was bleeding out quickly. I didn't know what to do, besides put pressure on the wound. "Mother, please." I said, as the tear's hit her dress. I gave up, and I hugged her.

Crying into her shoulder. I held my mother's hand, as I laid her down next to father. Frowning, I couldn't help myself. And there laid my mother's dagger next to her. I picked it up, ever so gently. It was the murder weapon, I ran my finger onto the blade. Getting blood onto to my index finger, and my middle finger.

I looked back at my mother, looking at her hand, ring finger. It was my mother's wedding ring. I smiled slightly, as I took it off her ring finger. It was a blue diamond. I put it on. It felt, just like a glove. But this is for remembering my mother, I'll always remember my mother.

I took one deep breath out, as I relaxed slightly. Wiping my tear's slightly with my sleeve. I got up, with blood on my gown. I moved over to my father, taking his ring. Placing it around my middle finger. "Love you, love you both." I said, softly. But, I couldn't get over the fact that they were dead.

Going into my parent's bedroom, I grabbed my mother's hostel for her dagger. I put it around my waist, putting my dagger in my hostel. "Sweetie. We need to talk." He said, and I turned to him. He wasn't at all, in fear of what had happened to my parent's. I looked at him in the eye, and nodded my head.

He took me outside, taking me out to the end of town. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth." I looked at him, and he was holding a shovel. He whacked me across the head, knocking me out.

Third Person Point Of View.

Elizabeth, was laying across the dirty ground. As her hand twitched, ever so slightly. As he grabbed the melon baller, and started to dig out her eye's. Elizabeth remained slightly, flinching here and there. Blood leaked onto her face, then to her neck, then to her dress. Once he was finished, he wanted to make sure she was dead. Dead for sure. "Oh Elizabeth, your such a doll when your dead." He grinned, laughing.

"Oh Elizabeth, oh must your skin be so pale as snow. Blood of the richest family in town. Your loyal, but good thing I'm not." He said, talking to himself. Laughing slightly, as he grabbed an old rug.

He wrapped Elizabeth's body up in the old rug, dragging her down to the river. "Follow me down, to the river Elizabeth. Be a good girl, and drown out your pain." He said, throwing her body into the lake, grinning.

Many Year's Later, 2000.

Elizabeth's Point Of View.

I couldn't see a thing, it was pitch dark. I tried to scream, but it was silent. I was floating back up to the surface, as I was trying to breath for the longest time. It was misty, and dark. Full of the darkest, dark. I wanted to scream so loudly, but once I made it to the surface.

I coughed up water, and not just a little, it was a lot. Looking down at my dress, it was ruined. Torn, dirty to head to toe. Not to mention, the blood across the top and around my knee's.

Going out to swore, getting out of the water, breathing heavily. I was tired, so I passed out there. But, maybe an hour later I was being dragged out to a forest. I didn't know where they were taking me. "W-Where are you taking me.." I said, softly and weakly. "Slender." He replied, it was a male, clearly. I only made out, some spots of black and blue. That was it, before I went black again.

The end.