CREATIVE WRITING: Darkness, a scary thought I faintly remember what happened that night, that’s the reason why I’m sitting here. I can’t think clearly, see straight and yet I continue to see glimpses of him, his baby blue eyes, greasy black hair and oily face that sheds a smile every so often. I didn’t mean for everything to be this way, I feel as if it’s my fault, that maybe I’m the suspect. I feel as if there’s a blunt knife digging deeper into the guilty walls of my soul. As I peer around the room, I notice one streak of sunlight, fighting for survival in the dark and dampened room.

Faintly, I hear footsteps awaken from nowhere. Now my heart is racing, as if it’s about to jump out from my skin. As I look towards the door, the footsteps come to a halt. A shadow emerges from the darkness, and the door creaks open. The ground pounds as the steel cap boots from the black clothed detective hit the floor. He has a cold blooded voice that sends a shiver running down my spine. He begins the meeting with ‘why’. ‘Why did you even think you could have the slightest chance of getting away with it’? Many thoughts flash through my mind as the question ‘why’ is brought up.

I think to myself, there is nothing to be afraid of, they have no solid evidence and I’ll be alright. Although, when they let me go the other night, I felt a rush of guilt as I left the station. I feel good now, but I know I have to finish what I had started. I packed my bag, printed off the flight ticket and picked up the matches. I stepped out of the door, and had one last peak of my mother’s house, which had been the only place where I was able to be myself. Many memories have been discovered in this comforting home, but I know this is what I have to do. I ignite the match, and place it on the carpet.

I continue down the driveway, and as I have one last glance back, I shed a tear as I discover the terrifying roar as the house bursts into flames. As I walk down Alexandria lane, I feel as if someone’s following me, that someone is waiting to pounce and take revenge. But I need to relax, get this one last job done, and then I can begin a fresh new life in Seattle. I arrive at the witch’s house, the one that tore my life apart. The one that needs to be taught a lesson, one that will stay with her forever. As I steadily walk towards the back door paranoia strikes me.

Annoying sirens repeatedly raid the blocks before this, and I begin to furiously panic. Suddenly, my legs take over. My mind is at ease and I feel as if someone different has taken over. Someone that has strong determination and courage. As I barge into the small and unusual house I notice that it is awfully quiet, too quiet. I quickly scan downstairs as if my life depended on it. I check an upstairs and it seems to be out of place. The bath tub is filled with warm, fresh water; there are clothes to be yet hung up. That’s when it hit me. One more room out of the whole entire house to be observed, the master bedroom.

I put my hand to the cold, but shiny door handle and gasp as something covered in red is lying there. Cold and unwanted was the body of the witch that I was hunting for. Someone had beat me to it, but how? Why? I was about to leave the room, but something caught my eye, a letter, in her hand. It states: Rachel, How could you do such a thing? You’re a murderer! He didn’t love you. When you went away, we had the time of our lives… He was going to tell you, but he never got around to it. The police are looking for you, so you should stop wasting your time and turn yourself in.

I decided to pull the trigger on myself before you got to it. I’m sorry for cheating, and I didn’t mean for anything to be this way. He was a lovely bloke that didn’t deserve to be killed that way. I will always love him, and you are a different story. Sister, may you ROT IN HELL!! Wendy x I am always right! Not her! I hear a nock downstairs at the front door. “FBI, open up”. I think to myself, I guess this is it. The journey ends here. I give my cold sister one last hug, turn around and face the worst weapon of mankind. Ourselves. BANG!! Darkness awakens… Lyteah Alexander