Daisy Heath
Darkness surrounded me as I roused from sleep.
"Babe? Where are you?" I asked as I twisted my neck, the darkness all encompassing. "Honey!" I screamed as I felt bindings on my wrists, then a cruel fear ran through me, bypassing pride and I screamed once more, pulling on the restraints and realising in the process that my legs were bound.
"RUN!" The voice was unknown to me as I stopped struggling.
"Who's there ?" I asked the voice but heard a laugh instead.
"Just me, I'm afraid, was just watching the television while I waited for you to wake, it seems like you had a rough night last night, so didn't want to wake you prematurely. You didn't even stir as I moved you. Now, I'm going to remove your blindfold, just stay quiet and don't scream."
"Who the fuck are you!" I ordered, my voice shaking from the fear. But the woman simply laughed again.
"This is what I just hate about you Daisy, you forget your place." Light blinded me for about two seconds before my apartment greeted me, along with the sight of Kyle's bleeding body lying on the ground. I went to scream in surprise and horror but the woman was unnaturally fast as she darted forwards gripping my face tightly, causing the sounds to die beneath her grip. "I told you not to scream, it's not time for my plan to reach its peak just yet. Now, I'm going to release my grip, anything above normal talking volume and I will make you Kyle number two. A murder suicide has a nice ring to it doesn't it." I saw the woman grin as tears began to blind me. "That's sweet, you did seem to love him," she wiped my eyes with her fingers, all while keeping my chin in a tight grip. "Blink twice if you promise not to shout or scream." I glared at her for a few moments before blinking twice and she immediately withdrew. My chin ached but my thoughts were on Kyle who lay in an ever increasing pool of crimson. His wide eyes stared at me with a blank expression and he looked so peaceful. No, don't think that, he's, he's dead. I looked up at the woman who seemed to quirk an eyebrow as she watched the television and the contents it portrayed.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" I asked, choking on tears that began to fall again.
"I'm not doing anything, I've already done it, I'm just waiting for the right moment." The look in her eyes was viscous.
"What have I done to deserve this? Why did you kill him?" I found it hard to keep my composure then, my words were barely pieced together.
"What have you done? Are you seriously asking me th-" she pushed herself towards me before stopping herself, looking down at her clothes and laughing. "That would have been tragic, I forgot to show you the most important thing." She began to change and the unfamiliar form twisted into something impossible to forget.
"Wh, what?" I stuttered as I saw her.
"Surprising isn't it Daisy." she smiled and I gulped.
"Please, please let me-"
"You have no right to finish that sentence!"
"Please, please, please," I pleaded as I recognised her features. Tears fell more furiously as I recalled a shameful past. "Please, please."
"You have no right to plead for anything after what you have done, what you have thrown away. The world may think of me as a villain, and maybe I am. But today, what I have done isn't evil. It's karma. And deep down you -" she withdrew a bloodied blade as her features changed once again, becoming a mirror of me, "know that I am telling the truth."
"Plea-"
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The knife slid through her neck with ease. Quieting the bitch instantly. A hollow feeling ran through me as I withdrew the blade and looked at my reflection, seeing Daisy's face smirking back. You have finally been avenged, but why does it feel different than I anticipated. I turned to the corpse and with a wave of the hand, Daisy's limp body vanished from its place, along with the blood and the chair that had bound her. A knock sounded against the door and I suddenly felt a thrill.
"Daisy, are you there ? Are you ok?" The voice was feminine, most likely a neighbour.
"I'm fine, just Kyle being Kyle, he gave me a scare is all." I responded as I walked towards the door, hiding the bloodied knife behind my back like a child hoping to surprise their parents. The kind of hiding that didn't really hide anything, as was the act's intention. I opened the door slightly, just wide enough for the unknown woman, who looked to have been in her mid forties, to see just past me.
"Thank god, I heard the scream and I thought-" she paused abruptly, her eyes going wide and gulped.
"Are you ok?" I reached out for her, but the woman had already turned. "What's wrong?" I called after her, seeing her flinch as she retreated into her room. I closed the door and dropped the knife into the body, like it was a pin cushion and opened the window. I felt my body twisting as I transformed into myself, the sensation as odd as it always was and as I fell into freedom, I noticed that the hollow sensation was gone as I laughed to myself.