The Emptiness
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I am here to tell you a story, a story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe this stark and utter horror of the night that Annabel died.
"The emptiness will haunt you," Annabel whispers in an unsettling tone as I gaze in the mirror.
Chapter One
The Curse of the Virgin Canvas
The sun's rays seeped through the window; I lay awake in the bed and smiled slightly. I pushed the covers down and rolled onto my side facing the one I love. Her long bleach blond hair and short white dress almost matched perfectly with the sheets on the bed. I leaned over her and kissed her, her side of the room was dark, the light only reaching the edge of the bed. I kissed her again and placed my hand on her shoulder.
"Annabel," I whispered her name and she didn't respond, I looked at her noticing something wasn't right. I kissed her again; her cheeks were cold against my lips. "Annabel?" I said her name a little louder, more frantic. I pulled the covers from her and felt something warm on my hand. I glanced at the sheets and saw they were tainted with blood. "Annabel!" I exclaimed. Tears began rushing down my cheeks as I pulled her to me.
This is only a nightmare. Annabel can't be dead, what's going on? Someone wake me up! Please, please save me from this hellish dream. I held her in my arms close to my chest.
"Tell me I'm dreaming, Annabel please, wake me." I cried out but she didn't respond. The smell of the fresh blood trickling down my hands reeked. My Annabel can't be gone, she can't be. It's hard to breathe; will I ever be able to sleep again? I began to panic. I kissed her again and whimpered as I held her lifeless body tighter.
Her body teased me; the one who was once so full of life now lying limp and cold in my arms, her pallid skin was still glowing in the sunlight. Blood began dripping from the corners of her perfect lips and I gasped for air. I trembled as I closed my eyes tight hoping everything would just end. My heart hurt, my body went ridged and I wanted pure revenge. But I was the one with the blood on my hands. I'm a monster! I did this…Annabel I'm so sorry. My dear, I'm sorry. Lord, forgive me! My stomach churned and I looked at my hands, blood trickling down my arms. Blood that was once Annabel's now covered me.
Chapter Two
The Artist
A mad man is glaring straight at me! But I know I've seen his face before…I'm sure I've seen his face before…
Something's wrong. Her glossy stare is making my blood go cold. Her gaze could make hell freeze over. I held her close, her body still lying limp in my arms.
"A mirror never lies. They know. Everybody knows. Do you not see what they see? A mirror never lies, I see what they see. Everybody knows, everybody knows…" Her gentle voice whispered and I looked at her. The thoughts rushed through my mind as I wiped the tears from my eyes with my sleeve. I got up; her body was only dead weight as I dragged her out of the bedroom. I pulled her body down the stairs and set her down near the cellar door. I walked back up the stairs and grabbed a knife from the kitchen.
I picked the knife up and the silver blade glistened in the light. Maybe I'm just going crazy, what am I doing? I went back to the cellar, opened the door and hauled Annabel's body inside. I'm the only one who knows, this is frightening…but I can shake this awful feeling…I kept glancing around, it felt as though someone or something was watching me. I could feel their presence, something dark, and something that didn't belong. Someone will find out…Glancing over my shoulder I finally set Annabel on the cold brick floor. Frantically I searched for a place, somewhere to hide her. I walked around, the bricks. The bricks are loose. I reached my hand down and moved one of the bricks out of place. I walked over to Annabel forcing myself to gaze back into her sinister stare.
I knelt down beside her and kissed her soft lips one last time. Tears dripped down my face as I gently closed her eyes with my blood soaked fingertips. I placed the knife into my pocket and I looked around the cellar. As I gazed around I got up and started to remove bricks from the floor, each brick felt heavier than the last as I removed enough bricks to hide her body. I started to dig the dirt that was underneath the bricks as the tears trickled down my cheeks. I sighed and finally reached a good stopping point; I dragged her body to the hole and gently set her down inside. I started to throw the dirt into the hole, it was cold. The whole cellar was damp and the loneliness started to make everything even worse.
I buried her body, placed the bricks back over and walked to the door. I opened it and took a step out to the hallway. Is it dark already? I started to think about it, I closed the door and placed my hand on the doorknob. My hands were sweating and I tried to lock the door. Part of me wanted to just run away and forget about everything, the other part of me wanted to see Annabel one last time. I locked the door swiftly and closed my eyes tight, my mind spun and I felt my teeth grinding together.
Another surge of the awful feeling trickled down my spine, it still felt as though I was being watched but I forced myself to ignore it, I turned and the urge to run scattered through my body. I ran up the stairs and walked outside, I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I turned and the feeling of being watched shot me again, I looked around frantically hearing the last words Annabel had said to me. Annabel leave me alone! . I didn't want to hear her voice right now; I looked towards the house one last time and saw someone standing on the porch. Who is he? What is he doing at my house? I have to go. I have to run. I turned and ran faster, I ran into the night leaving the grisly murder scene as fast as I could possibly run.
Chapter Three
A Lunatic's Lament
The depths of a man's soul cannot be measured in a matter of meters or fathoms, but rather it is in my opinion only quantified by his proximity to heaven and hell.
I kept running, I wanted to get to the nearest town. I ran faster but the thoughts of Annabel haunted my mind, I reached the first few buildings and gazed up at the sky and daylight was already coming around and I laughed, a hint of insanity starting to break through to my nightmare. I walked past the local butcher shop and smiled walking toward an alley. I sat down leaning against the wall and sighed. I felt worse, my thoughts spun and I looked around. I was drenched with blood and I knew that I had to clean myself up.
The sun was up by now, and I just sat in the alley silently. Finally I stood up, it was difficult but I looked around, the sound of children laughing and drunken piano playing annoyed me. Something snapped inside of me at that moment, slowly I stumbled out into the sunlight, my thoughts were blurred and I sighed.
I began to think to myself, the thought stayed glued to my thoughts as I ushered myself past the town tavern, the walls seemed to be bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter.
I walked to the door, opened it, and walked inside. I locked the door shut behind me and a cheshire grin slid across my face. I gazed around, my thoughts scattered ad shooting in different directions, my heart was racing and I could feel the adrenaline gushing through my veins. I sat at the bar and got a drink, I played with the rim of the glass trying to figure out why I was here. I felt the knife in my pocket and picked up my drink, I swiftly chugged it down to steady my nerves. I looked over my glass and in the back of the bar I saw her. Annabel was drenched with blood, she looked as though she was screaming and crying, she looked upset and hurt. I just grinned again and set my drink down.
I took a step to the closest person near me; he was a tall, young man. His hair was dark and so were his eyes, he was wearing a white shirt with black pants as I grabbed his shoulder from behind. What am I doing? I tried to figure out what my future actions were going to be.
Chapter Four
The Murderer
Had it only have been a different night, a different place, and a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub, drunk piano playing. The events that transpired at that point would have been undoubtedly been drastically different. I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue when the exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless, begging for their very lives.
If I am unable to be happy, no one should ever be able to feel joy again. I placed the knife to his throat and smiled, I leaned closer to his ear and whispered these five macabre words: "are you ready to die?" The man stood perfectly still, fear shot through his body as I slid the blade across his throat, blood gushed down and I went to another man, I stabbed him in the chest four or five times. Women screamed, the other patrons ran to the door, I laughed and stabbed five more people. I noticed one man slipping out of the tavern window, he went out on the balcony and I just smiled widely to myself as I watched the dying victims writhe.
I mused as the blood dripped down my body from the lifeless murders. I unlocked the door and stumbled out onto the road thinking of the killings. I laughed while thinking this, without any guilt I felt like I was having the best time of my life.
Chapter Five
The Hymn For The Shameless
I wandered out into the daylight, slipping past the glances and the murmurs of the town's people. The lack of guilt, twisted deep inside me made me laugh. I couldn't help but to feel invincible. I can't believe that I did that, but at the same time…I actually can! I laughed hysterically and thought more about what I had done, my satisfaction was amazing, I closed my eyes taking deep breaths, and thoughts rushed my mind about my own insanity. It all started when Annabel had died.
I relaxed thinking about Annabel's voice as I walked farther down the road. Could her love save me from this? Could Annabel end my insanity? I began to think about these questions and I felt something snap inside of me. I felt that something was creeping up my spine, the feeling took over my mind and I turned, in my own mind I cursed everyone who thinks that I would remotely consider stopping the monster I have become now.
For the rest of the day I wandered the town, think about everything that had just taken place in the tavern. The thoughts filled my mind; the blood and the grisly murder scene just didn't seem to faze me. I kept walking, the sun was fading, and the sounds of joy seemed to disappear with the rise of the darkness.
Chapter Six
The Thespian
The night sky feels as though it has never been darker, with the fleeting hope of vengeance compelling me I will attempt to recollect myself and resume my chase. But what is it that I am chasing? Am I really chasing anything at all? Or am I simply drowning myself in revenge to avoid the horrifying truth? I've lost the only thing that made me feel truly alive. Are my hands responsible, are his, who was he? Who was the madman that stood before me tonight? I swear I've seen his face before. I know I've seen his face before.
The sun began to set, the colors smeared into the blue horizon. I walked down the roads, twisting and turning. As the moon rose I could hear Annabel's voice calling my name. Her face was stuck in my mind and I screamed, everywhere I turned, everywhere I would run she was always in front of me. Chasing me, haunting me, bringing the painful memories of her death back into my life. I started losing my self-indulgence.
I started to think about the first time we had met. The very first time I had told her that I love her. I thought of her smile, and then the memories seemed to usher back into my mind.
The grass was tall; we pranced around on the train tracks and laughed. We were talking about life, the stories of our pasts scattered through the silence, the sun was shining bright on Annabel's beautiful face. Her long blond hair was down past her shoulders; her beautiful brown eyes sparkled in the light. Her smile was breathtaking, impossible to describe other than perfect. Her soft and gentle hand brushed against the palm of mine as she twined her fingers through mine.
We kept walking, we talked about more and finally we reached the end of our town. Slough seemed so perfect, I laughed to myself and she looked into my eyes, as she did it felt as though she was looking into my soul.
"I love you," I whispered silently in her ear, just barely loud enough for her to hear.
As the memories returned to mind, I scrambled towards home. I ran through the town seeing her reflection, a silhouette was all that was left dancing in the windows of the shops. I raced through the night trying to beat the sunlight. Finally I saw the familiar small house, the door was open from when I had rushed away the night before. I stumbled towards the porch. A tall, slender figure stood before me on the steps and laughed; in his hand he held the same knife, still freshly covered with Annabel's blood.
I gasped staring at the man. It was the same madman who was glaring at me before, I was sure of it.
"I've been expecting you for some time sir, allow me to introduce myself," his voice was deep; a slight growl seemed to slip through his throat. "I'm the one who pulls on all the strings, son. You're lucky I don't kill you where you stand." He mused and rocked back on his heels. This can't be real, nothing is left, and Annabel's gone this man is the one who killed her. I know it was him…he laughed and his eyes locked into mine; the pain hit me once more. I felt my stomach churn and tightened. "They call me The Thespian." He took a step down and glared at me once more. Suddenly he ran into the night. The urge to follow was strong, yet for some reason I just stood perfectly still trying to think about what just happened.
Chapter Seven
Heavy Hangs The Albatross
The dizziness stuns me, would someone please distract me? Can I really get through this? Can I really betray myself? For better, for worse, remember forever.
I walked back to the town as the lack of emotions poured through my body and mind. The apathy began to take over my body as I stumbled over my own feet. If she's gone…what do I have left…? I don't have anything without her…she was all that I've ever loved…she was the only one, she still is…I forced myself to think about her, I thought about where I had first told her I love her and the very last time I had said those words to her. Without my vengeance, my anger and my insanity and without my Annabel coming back from her grave I started to think. I thought of ways to end my own life and join her in death.
I stumbled into an alley way and fell. I sighed and pulled myself up slowly and was on my knees, I gazed up at the sky pulling the knife from my pocket, I placed the blade to my throat knowing that I wanted to end my life. But before I could I thought more about it. Women will shriek and watch their husbands bleed, children will cry and watch their mothers die. Because tonight, tonight we all go to hell. I pushed the knife down against my skin.
A deep sorrow began to sink into my heart as I let the tears stream down my face. I started to think about what I was doing once more, but suddenly I saw a silhouette standing in front of me, her long hair and dark eyes looked just like Annabel's.
Chapter Eight
The Lover
Dead girls don't just appear out of thin air…
I could smell something being cooked, I heard gentle footsteps on a solid wooden floor and I knew I was not where I had past out. I looked around and sat up, the bed that I was now laying in was soft, the blankets of the purest white. I thought about where I was for a moment and then I remembered the girl in the alley. It was Annabel…it was her…I thought about it more, but the girl couldn't have been Annabel.
I placed my hand down and I felt something rough, I looked at it and noticed it was a piece of paper, I picked the paper up and on it someone had scribbled a few words.
"Come downstairs for a meal," I got up after reading it and fixed my shirt that was still tainted with blood. I walked down the steps and heard something metal clang together, I jumped a little nervous and sighed holding onto the railing of the stairs.
"I'm over here," a woman's voice called from the other room, I took a step towards her voice and bit my lip. I walked into the room and saw a girl in a white dress, she had her hair pulled up in a bow and she was cooking food. "Have a seat, and don't be so worried," she turned and glanced at me, her pale white skin glistened in the sunlight, her dark brown eyes the same as Annabel's and she looked so much like her I almost screamed. It's not her, it can't be. I swear it's not. She finished cooking and sat next to me after placing the food on the table. I wasn't very hungry but I knew I had to eat. Who is this girl? I kept pondering the possibility of her being alive. It seemed impossible.
I ate a little bit of the bread she had made, the taste of the food made my mouth water and with each bite it reminded me of Annabel's cooking. For seven years I was with her, and for seven years she was the only thing that mattered to me. The girl got up and led me outside, I smiled a little bit and we wandered towards the railroad tracks that were just beyond her property. As we walked we talked about everything, she told me about her life, I told her about mine and I told her about Annabel.
We stopped by the tracks and she looked at me, I smiled and gazed deep into her eyes, they felt like they were looking into my soul; but yet it felt peaceful. We stood perfectly still; her hand was placed gently in mine. I leaned down closer to her face and I could feel her cool breath against my lips. The beating in my chest grew stronger, my lips touched hers and suddenly I opened my eyes.
A grinding pain grew on the side of my face; the taste of dirt in my mouth was plain as my teeth sunk down into my tongue. My heart slowed as I put my hands out in front of me, pushing myself back up. I sat silently in the darkness, the light just barely trickling through the alley. Awakened from my dream the pain started to sink back into my heart, she's gone. I had to keep reminding myself that it was true, her death did happen. I don't understand…I sighed and stood up walking clumsily out into the daylight.
Chapter Nine
In Her Tomb By The Sounding Sea
As I trudged back into the sunlight I turned the corner towards the butcher shop, the large class window made me stop as I noticed a faint silhouette of a female figure. I glanced at the girl and saw her smile. She looked enlightened. I smiled and her blond hair and dark eyes showed to me that it was indeed Annabel. Annabel…she smiled a little more and her eyes showed joy. She didn't have the same look of pain, anger, or sadness that she had before. It's really you, my heart raced and the feeling of relief filled my whole body. She didn't seem to be the same girl at the bar. She doesn't look tortured, she doesn't seem to be that same girl I saw before. It's really you. It really is. I glanced into her eyes once more but suddenly a dark figure appeared behind her. His cheshire grin, the dark mangled hair he had and his dark eyes made my heart sink. Standing behind Annabel he put his blade to her throat.
The look of fear crossed Annabel's whole body; she went ridged as the cold blade slid across her throat, slicing her skin as though it was nothing. The blood gushed down but just as it happened they both disappeared into nothing. The horrifying thought of her death playing out in front of me made my mind rush. She's gone…he took her again…why? Why did he do this again? My teeth started to grind together as I clenched my jaw. He's going to regret this. I sighed and my whole body went tense. Annabel's been slowly disappearing from my mind…soon she'll be gone…the realization of this made my throat go dry. He's going to pay with his life. That's only fair. I started to walk down the road and sighed. I have to find him...
Chapter Ten
To Be Scared By An Owl
As I stated walking I didn't really understand where I was headed. All that I knew what that I was going to find this man. He calls himself The Thespian…I don't understand this…I walked down an alley and I saw my shadow. What? When I saw the figure curved along the wall the smell of blood grew stronger, something glistened as the light hit it and I saw a knife. That's the same knife that killed Annabel…before I could move the dark shadow lashed the blade towards my throat. I pulled back and felt the warm blood trickling down. It's just a scratch…I gasped and looked up, my hands stung as the shadow drove the knife into the ground next to my face. What's going on? I can't figure this out…it's my shadow…I clenched my hand into a fist and threw a punch at the creature's chest. The knife came back to my left and he dug it into my side, blood gushed and splattered on the side of the building.
I fell down and the knife plunged into my back, no. The pain pulsated through my body, but everything swiftly went numb. "Sweetheart? Darling? Turn around. It's me. Follow my voice. Everything's going to be okay, my love. Everything will be fine. It's all over now." The soft soothing voice of a woman with a tongue as sweet as honey spoke. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I wasn't in the alley.
The sight of a familiar room was a shock, my whole body was cold and the feeling of death approached. I stared in my reflection, the full-body mirror was standing in front of me and something held me still, it felt as though I couldn't move away. Annabel was asleep on the bed beside me, and the thought of her brought all the pain and insanity back. She's not real! I tried to force myself to think logically. The blankets had no blood on them; she was breathing softly. Something's wrong.
The mirror had revealed to me its deepest secret. There she was, my sweet Annabel, covered in blood standing behind me, twisting the blade she has plunged into my side. I had promised her the world and still I had let her down. The darkness returns and I shall never see this world again. The blade sunk deeper into my side, curving in between my ribs. I really had let her down. My thoughts seemed to just let go as my body went limp again, I couldn't feel anything.
Chapter Eleven
Annabel
My name is Annabel and I am here to tell you the story of the day that I killed a madman. There is nothing more frightening that watching the man you love tries to kill himself. The exception is watching the man you used to love turn into a complete and utter lunatic. I found his sketches odd. I had seen him sitting alone in a corner, talking to himself while sketching. Like he's holding a conversation. I was too scared to interrupt and when I would mention it, he would say that I was mistaken, confused by what I saw. I didn't feel the love that he once had for me in his heart. He kept muttering about seven people in a tavern, a beautiful angel saving his life, and some man he called The Thespian ruining everything. His sketches became more and more disturbing. One night when he fell asleep, she looked into his sketchbook
I did not kill my love. The man that I loved, that I shared my life with, laughed with, cried with, was long gone. No, I did not kill him. He killed himself. He killed himself when he allowed the madman inside his head to take control. I spent years watching in silence as his illness spilled onto the pages of that damn book.
Is it my fault? Was there something I could have done to prevent his descent into insanity? In the end, should I blame him or blamed myself? Did he ever think the sketches would take over completely? Did I? No, the man standing, staring blindly into the mirror in front of me is not my love. I said goodbye to him nearly a year ago. If he does still exist somewhere inside of this demented mind, I'll be damned if I can find him. That man standing here is the man who killed my love and stole all that I hold dear. He is the crazy guy who found shelter in the mind of an artist and escaped onto page. The knife that this creature had thought would kill me had failed, very knife that I now hold in my hand.
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