This is a short story that was heavily influenced by Somewhere and All I Need, two songs that are from Within Temptation. It's also an assignment due in tomorrow for one of my modules on my Creative Writing course. Feedback would be truly appreciated!
Violet Jones was lonely. People said she was useless, wicked and self-centred, but could anyone really know the truth if anyone dared not to get close to her? They would watch her daydreaming in the park and practically be antisocial whenever someone tried to talk to her. But had they really tried to discern her?
She stood on the train that Friday night, wondering what could have been as always, and stole a glance at the two girls in the first class section. They were giggling away, drunk on red wine. One of them, a small girl with blonde pigtails, was waving a poster in her friend’s face. A masquerade ball poster.
Jeremy. Violet’s fist curled into a ball. She hadn’t meant to think about him. The only way she had got through the past six months was by keeping him at the edge of her mind, not letting his image come any closer. But then of course the poster brought it all back in a second, one moment to remember her.
About Scarlet, who was free to come and go as she likes. Who might even be with Jeremy this minute. Scarlet was evil; she had no mercy and no scruples …
And what’s she done that I haven’t done? Violet asked herself heavily, for the millionth time. Nothing.
Except kill.
Violet had tried to kill. She’d meant to kill Scarlet. But Jeremy had urged her to be the better person and walk away. The accidental death of a would-be rapist separated Violet from Scarlet, whose victim happened to be her twin sister. Scarlet’s mother had been framed for the murder, but Violet knew better with her arch nemesis’s scheming and manipulating ways.
“Things can be just like they were before,” said Jeremy warmly, reaching out to squeeze Violet’s hand.
But it wasn’t true. Nothing could ever be the way it had been before Scarlet. Nothing. A vague nagging in the pit of Violet’s stomach told her that for some reason that being here was a very, very bad idea.
“The masquerade ball is already over,” she pointed out. “It was six months ago.”
“But we didn’t have a good time, not a real good time like this. We’ve got as long as you want; I won’t be waking up for a very long time. Come on, Violet – just think how much time we’ve got.”
“It seems disrespectful, somehow –”
“That’s wrong. No matter how deranged she was, Scarlet would want us to have a good time. You know she would. She loved balls.”
Violet could still recognise his lapis lazuli eyes through the golden mask. They were reminiscent of the midnight.
“Should I turn round and say, ‘That’s ok because she loved you so much she tried to kill you both out of passion’?” Violet said bitterly.
And out of nowhere, she felt a trembling begin deep inside of her, and then she found she couldn’t make it stop. Emotional overload, she thought, and put her head in her hands.
The Regret
Violet Jones was lonely. People said she was useless, wicked and self-centred, but could anyone really know the truth if anyone dared not to get close to her? They would watch her daydreaming in the park and practically be antisocial whenever someone tried to talk to her. But had they really tried to discern her?
She stood on the train that Friday night, wondering what could have been as always, and stole a glance at the two girls in the first class section. They were giggling away, drunk on red wine. One of them, a small girl with blonde pigtails, was waving a poster in her friend’s face. A masquerade ball poster.
Jeremy. Violet’s fist curled into a ball. She hadn’t meant to think about him. The only way she had got through the past six months was by keeping him at the edge of her mind, not letting his image come any closer. But then of course the poster brought it all back in a second, one moment to remember her.
About Scarlet, who was free to come and go as she likes. Who might even be with Jeremy this minute. Scarlet was evil; she had no mercy and no scruples …
And what’s she done that I haven’t done? Violet asked herself heavily, for the millionth time. Nothing.
Except kill.
Violet had tried to kill. She’d meant to kill Scarlet. But Jeremy had urged her to be the better person and walk away. The accidental death of a would-be rapist separated Violet from Scarlet, whose victim happened to be her twin sister. Scarlet’s mother had been framed for the murder, but Violet knew better with her arch nemesis’s scheming and manipulating ways.
“Things can be just like they were before,” said Jeremy warmly, reaching out to squeeze Violet’s hand.
But it wasn’t true. Nothing could ever be the way it had been before Scarlet. Nothing. A vague nagging in the pit of Violet’s stomach told her that for some reason that being here was a very, very bad idea.
“The masquerade ball is already over,” she pointed out. “It was six months ago.”
“But we didn’t have a good time, not a real good time like this. We’ve got as long as you want; I won’t be waking up for a very long time. Come on, Violet – just think how much time we’ve got.”
“It seems disrespectful, somehow –”
“That’s wrong. No matter how deranged she was, Scarlet would want us to have a good time. You know she would. She loved balls.”
Violet could still recognise his lapis lazuli eyes through the golden mask. They were reminiscent of the midnight.
“Should I turn round and say, ‘That’s ok because she loved you so much she tried to kill you both out of passion’?” Violet said bitterly.
And out of nowhere, she felt a trembling begin deep inside of her, and then she found she couldn’t make it stop. Emotional overload, she thought, and put her head in her hands.