She had to hide, she had to run. She didn't know how many she'd taken. This girl was just another number. She hadn't been caught, the evidence always melted away long before the authorities got there. But yet she felt the need to flee anyhow. Perhaps flee from herself, her own dark thoughts. But no matter how hard her feet hit the pavement she couldn't escape her shadow self.
"No matter how many stones 你 put inside she always keeps on floating in your mind with every turn of your head 你 see her face again."
It was insanity in its purest form. Rage in its most blinding. It didn't matter how far she ran, she couldn't get the image out of her head. In even the most dark hiding places the woman could clearly see her victim's face; bloodied and battered. It was absolutely maddening. But was she not mad already? Surely a murder is already mad? In fact, Icy couldn't even place a worthwhile reason for the crime she committed this time. Why did she do it? Was it just for the thrill?
"Until the end, over and over again why, 你 just won't leave my mind was this the only way?"
At last Icy gave up on running. She found a 座位 on a bench at the park waiting to catch her breath. If anyone asked she'd tell them she was just out for a run. Though she wasn't much of a sports 或者 heath fanatic, the excuse would have to do. 或者 maybe she should just come clean. Maybe that would stop the whispering; "Why would 你 do this to me? What did I do to you? I thought we were friends." No, she wouldn't do it, that's exactly what she...what they all wanted her to do. And finally a passer 由 became interested. "What are 你 doing?" She asked, only to have Icy mutter her pre-planned excuse. A few others who may have been curious nodded to themselves before walking off. Icy then decided that she should find somewhere out of the public's eye. She had to go somewhere less bustled and figure out why she decided to kill the woman.
"I couldn't let 你 stay told the truth she laughed at 你 something snapped inside she had to go 或者 they would know all 你 tried to hide."
She made her way to an abandoned apartment complex, kicked the door in, and went inside. It was dark and dusty and smelled of 蛾 balls. Between the dust and the stench Icy found herself letting out a few strangled coughs. She sat down on a torn sofa (sending a puff of dust into the air) Icy coughed once more. Through the dusty haze Icy found herself thinking back; It was a heated--possibly drunken--argument laced with blackmail and slander. "If 你 tell them I 偷了 gems then I'll tell them that 你 were the one who mugged Lucy." "Damn it, just give me my share of the profit and no ones secrets will be told. I did most of the work anyways." Neither party wanted their secrets to be vocalized, and Icy didn't see any reason to share her earnings. Before either of them know it the woman lie on the ground, mist still sparkling at Icy's finger tips. Like a bullet the shard found it's way into her victim's body. And now Icy was here, the woman hissing in her subconscious.
" The sins of your life are now catching up with you. 你 can't stay ahead, there's nothing 你 can do with every turn of your head 你 see her face again."
And Icy knew damn well that the voices would never leave until she received the punishment she deserved. Whatever Darcy did, it made her other victims speak up too, until Icy's head was a jumble of angry insults and empty threats. She clutched her head in her hands and screamed for them all to "Just shut the hell up" and leave her alone. She screamed out in frustration. She couldn't do this anymore, wouldn't listen anymore. Icy hustled out of the house and into the middle of the crowded town center. She paused for a moment, the voices were giving her the headache of her life and dizziness to kill. She then sucked in a deep breath and screamed above the crowd, above the voices "I killed them. I killed them all." She felt the chill of the handcuffs as the tightened around her wrists.
And it was all in vain, she could still hear them loud and clear; laughing, mocking, insulting. They had done it they had taken their revenge and weren't even decent enough to shut their damn mouths. And so Icy sat there in the corner, nails digging into her head (as if applying all that pressure would make them stop) muttering about how they were all too loud.
She was 下一个 lead down a hall. They asked her if she had really killed all of them...and her sister. To which she answered yes. A few of the voices retreated at this. But most chose to stay none the less. They asked her if she accepted her punishment. Icy gave no response. The voices returned. But it didn't matter; there came a loud band and then they were silent. Everything was silent, sweet sweet silence.
