FICTIONS — HORROR
The Jack of Hearts and the Dark Shadows that Haunt Her
Old world justice — an eye for an eye
No attribution required
For the third time, she wiped the crooked lip liner off and started again.
Her fingers trembled, though her brain willed them to stop. Ellen begged stillness from her hands and refused to blink her eyes.
Please just follow the edge. Please.
The rich burgundy color slowly etched its place across the top. As she felt the finish line nearing, the thin pencil slipped. It slid down the side of her mouth, far from the outer path of her bottom lip.
Her tears came fast and furious.
Ellen dropped to her knees and sobbed. Deep moans from heart-wrenching pain spilled out uncontrollably. She had kept ugly secrets crammed inside for so long. Too long.
And now, this.
All of her hard work, thrown away in a matter of minutes.
Curling into a ball on the bathroom floor, she hugged her knees and rocked.
The lip liner had landed within inches of her face. Swirling, falling, floating. The world was spinning, and the stars were flashing.
Stop the lights.
