{♥faceless♥}

|a story by jazz|

faceless.

I did something, something unbelievable. He broke her heart; she wanted something else, something different, and something more, or perhaps, something as simple as not being second. Thinking about that night, makes me think I deserve to be stranded on this lonely island. I fell on my knees, thinking of what a disgrace I have been.

I killed him, and he killed her; two deaths happened in front of me. Two dead bodies were lying in my arms that day. I felt a cold tear stream down my pale cheek, and I did nothing to stop the others. The look on their faces when they both died, the words he said and the way she screamed. Her olive skin was pale and her blue eyes turned grey. How could I be so evil? Why did I have to be different? My nightmares haunted me now; to top that off I was stuck in this island alone, with no one to hold on to.

This island is where they send to punish people, and none of the prisoners has escaped. I was sent here by the judge because of the crimes I have committed. Killing my parents is one of the biggest and foolish mistakes I have done. Now that I am here, I wonder where the other prisoners are. Where was everyone? And how-

My thoughts were cut short as I saw its red beady eyes and that was what scared me the most. They were like rubies, as if it was hiding a grotesque secret. I felt transfixed and rooted with terror.

Fear and death, is by far the worst combination anybody can face. When someone feels like screaming though they know it is no use, it just proves that you are in great pain. When your whole world is slowly fading, that is how I was feeling right then. I stared up at the young girl’s ghostly face, but I could not call it a face as there was none. Only her eyes, which were the entire girl, had. She was a faceless girl. No sound came out of my mouth, not even crickets could be heard during the eerie silence.

Perplexing red ruby eyes that were disconcertingly penetrating, straight black raven hair and slender pale face with distressing freckles. The fragile girl had no eyelids, and as I looked closely, I noticed they had been cut off. I struggle for breath, not believing my eyes. Who and what was this girl?

I blinked, and as I did, I could not flutter my eyelids back open. That was when I saw the darkest memories; it consisted of a young man looking at a strange looking mirror. The man had blonde hair, midnight blue eyes and pink lips. He turned around to face his bed there, was the same faceless girl I had seen just now, tied up. The man smiled evilly towards her and held onto her neck tightly, what happened next was unknown to me as a different image overtakes it.

This time the girl is covered in blood, naked. Rats were scattered all over the floor eating her alive, she was then burnt alive with needles pricked through her fingernails and toenails. I tried to get the image out of my head, but I was unsuccessful and the next thing was even more dreadful. She was skinned alive and her eyelids were cut open, the odd thing was, I could not see anyone, just the naked faceless girl.

The images disappeared slowly, and I found myself under the naked moonlight, crying. I tried to blink out the tears, but I couldn’t. I touched my eyes and what I felt made me scream in horror; my eyelids were gone, I felt something warm and I looked down to see blood on my hands. My fingernails were gone and I looked down seeing the same thing to my toes. Realization hit me, what happened to the girl happened to me. I tried to scream once more, but I couldn’t. I had no mouth no nose no nothing, just my eyes that had turned blood red.

I was still alive in such a horrible way. People say that life is the greatest gift we have been given. I believe that death is, for without the possibility of death…. What would life be worth?

This island is an imperfect perfection; created by God I think not. I have no life left in me, all because of a face that didn’t exist.