Sixty Shades Of The Devil

Scarlett:

I hate myself for actually falling in love with someone I never should have. A murderer of my loved ones.

As hate and love tangled in my heart, I realised that the whole thing still wasn't as simple as I thought it was.

My whole world went grey the day my family begin to fall apart.

*****

How does it feel when one loses someone so dear to them? Someone they love with every single life in them. How does it feel when the one you love just slips out of your life with just a twinkle of an eye? That painful feeling is what we are experiencing right now.

I feel my entire world crumbling right in front of me and I am unable to do anything. How many more does my family have to suffer and for how long? This is too painful to handle.

My eyes narrow down to the frame that I hold tightly. Noise surrounds the atmosphere and I feel my tears pricking down my face. Loveable memories about Dora begin to play in my head and I couldn't help but wail harder. My sister was just a little innocent girl. Why does she have to die especially in a cruel way and especially at the hands of an unknown? We don't even know the culprit behind her death and why she was murdered by the person. No one knows.

" My condolences,"

I heard someone say from the living room. I am staying at the dining area because it is quite a distance from the additional trauma back there. I sniff in and bring the frame that contains my sister's picture close to my chest hugging it tight. Oh! Why now?

The pain of losing someone you love is something I never imagined. If only there was a way to go back in time, then I wouldn't hesitate to take her place.

Her death is a mystery. A shocking one. No one until now knows who did it. But could it be the person I think it is? But could it be the mysterious killer that everyone knows about? Could it be him? Mr. Strange!.

I've heard a lot of people talk about Mr. Strange and according to what I heard, he's a mysterious killer, probably out there waiting to ambush. When he kills, he leaves a mark 'S' on the victim with their blood and no one knows why. It's just absurd. Even the corps are yet to find out who he is.

I think he's responsible for my sister's death, but then there was no sign of any mark when she died. If it wasn't Mr. Strange, then who could it be?

I sniff in as I wipe my tears and keep the frame on the table. Tears still refuse to stop, they keep flooding out of my eyes, and I couldn't help but cry out.

" Scarlett,"

I heard someone call but I didn't respond or even turn to see who it was. Seconds later I hear the person walking up to me and pulling the chair next to me before sitting on it.

" Are you okay?"

No! I'm not... I am forced to yell at him but try to keep cool.

It's Sam, a co-worker.

" I'm sorry about your loss,"

I remain silent, not in the mood to speak to anyone.

" Here," He stretches a brown envelope to me. I simply stare blankly at it as I have no clue what it contains or maybe money.

" This is from boss Martinez, he said I should give it to you on behalf of the enterprise, the shooting has been postponed till further notice. You'll receive an email when we decide the day of the shooting, okay?"

I nod. At least I have some time to mourn my sister's death.

" Thank you,"

I mutter and he simply nods, staring at me with so much concern and pity in his eyes.

" I do appreciate…"

My voice cracks and I break down instantly. It is just too hard to bear.

" Hey, it's okay," He then leaves his seat and comes over to me and pulls me into his embrace. I settle down in his arms, a hug, that's something I desperately need.

" Everything is going to be fine. It's okay," he whispers to my ears as he gently smoothens my hair with his hands.

" Thank you,"

I close my eyes. I feel more relaxed than ever all thanks to Sam.

***

It's evening time and all the guests we had had already left. I am relieved of that. My mom is still in the living room while my brother, Max, had gone out of the house saying he needed some space while I sat lonely in my room just looking out the window. Oh! How devastating.