Not so destroyed anymore.

Friday, May 15, 2009

If I knew, I wouldn't have came back early today.
Samantha stood frozen at the backdoor to her house, staring at the mess in the kitchen. It was as though a war had gone on here when she wasn't around. The fruits she'd picked up just this morning were thrown and smashed against the walls and floors, leaving patches of colours all over the recently-scrubbed kitchen; Her favourite China-styled plates, bowls and other utensils laid shattered all over the food stained floor; Her knives were lying dangerously on the counter-top, coupled with other forks and spoons. To top that off, the lunch she'd specially prepared for Isabella and her husband Knight was ruined; Thrown against the walls like the fruits, by the looks of it. Samantha's hands were balled up into tight fists. This was not the first time something like this has happened.

If I knew, I would have given you a bit more space.
Stepping through the backdoor angrily, Samantha whipped around and closed the door quietly, attracting no attention to herself. She crossed the ruined kitchen with careful and measured steps, until she was out of the mess. Something else was definitely going on in her house right now, and Samantha knew that because this had happened before, and it was already the third time in this month alone. Being a simple but cleanliness freak, Samantha had decided to clean up the mess the first two times this had happened. However, as she was busy scrubbing her walls, she heard someone escaping through the front door, and she'd already lost him by the time she made her way to the front door. Now, Samantha was determind not to let the same happen again.

It must have been someone, anyone else, and not you..
Samantha heard a muffled 'Thud' issuing from upstairs as she approached the stairs. Good, she thought. That must mean that the burglar is still around. Samantha's feet were silent as she made her way up the stairs, step by step. When she finally reached the second floor, where her master bedroom was located on, she heard the same noise from within her room - And she scrutinised the old, wooden door. The burglar must know to lock the door, Samantha decided. She drew out her keys quietly, and found the one to her room with no difficulty.

I thought you were the only one who wouldn't do this to me.
She must have been practicing, as this could be seen from the fact that the lock on the handle to the door made no sound as Samantha inserted the key inside, slowly and gently. The thudding continued, and Samantha heard her heartbeat hastened with its increasing frequency. Finally, unable to contain her anxiety and curiosity, Samantha flung open the door, blinking rapidly at the scene before her.

Seems like today, I found out that I was wrong. About the both of you.
Samantha slammed the door shut almost immediately, and the door continued to issue a hollow, ring sound as she walked back down the stairs mechanically. Picking up the handbag she left on he couch, Samantha rummaged through its contents and found what she was looking for. She held the cold metal stiffly in her trembling right hand, and proceeded up the stairs, and back to her room. She flung the door open once more, to see the both of them hastily getting dressed. There's no need for that, Samantha screamed in her head as she stared at her Knight, and her Isabella - Her husband, and her best friend.. Samantha raised her hand and pointed it at Knight. He never had the chance to scream, for it hit him in his forehead.. Bam. It was a clean shot, Samantha knew, for he was dead at once.

"No Sam, please, no.." Isabella howled, shivering and still lying in the newly accumulated puddle of blood - Knight's blood. It was as though Samantha didn't hear her at all, for the corners of her lips twisted upwards into a horrifying smile. The gun shifted its target, and now, it was pointing directly at Isabella's forehead. Samantha laughed, and before Isabella could utter another word, the bullet ran straight through her forehead; She didn't even have the time to duck..

It was like waking up from a nightmare;
You suddenly realise you've lost everything, but also gained everything.
Samantha dropped the piece of metal, now hot with its recent use. She turned to the cupboards and withdrew all the money and her jewelries she could find, and did the same with Knight and Isabella's pockets and bags. She found plenty, and stuffed them all into her handbag as she skipped down the stairs. She then gather everything valuable, and stepped out of the house. With a gentle smile, Samantha clicked her lighter and threw it into the house, flame and all. The house burst into brilliant flames, and Samantha burst into maniacal laughter.

(I CHANGED THE ENDING!)
Samantha woke up, sweating furiously, her blankets thrown to a corner of the room. Above her, the ceiling fan rotated peacefully at a constant pace, undisturbed by its owner, who now laid in a small puddle of her own sweat, her eys wide opened as they stared blindly infront. It was just a dream, honey, just a dream. Samantha glanced at the clock beside her, and it read 3:00 a.m. Too early for breakfast, too late for anything else.

She didn't understand the purpose or the reason of the dream, but Samantha felt better as she got out of bed anyway, to wash up. As the dream started to fade away, Samantha glanced at the calander hanging by the side of the wall, which read 21 November. Her Birthday.

Knight haven't been home since 3 days ago.