The Lost Soul

by Steph
(Dorset)

The window ledge where she was sitting was white, with floral patterns around the outside. It had been there for a long time, for this was an old house. The stairs creaked, the doors opened mysteries, the windows let out secrets. This house had always tried to be private but for some reason could never manage it.

There, on that very window ledge that day, sat Sarah. Her long blonde hair hiding her from outside view. She hadn’t been there long, a matter of minutes but even this was enough time.
Staring out into the open garden many mysteries awaited the girl but this wasn’t what was on her mind that day. The longer she sat there, the longer she was entranced.

Finally she moved. The dusty corridor flung sideway’s as she stomped from room to room, searching. At last coming to a darkened room, she had found what she had been looking for. This room was filled with misery. Looking around a small brown, paper wrapped package caught Sarah’s eye. Taking down the package she returned to the window ledge.

In front of her was a girl, with long blonde hair, staring out into the garden below her. Sarah advanced. The girl in view did not seem to hear her, although she was being very loud. Unwrapping the package, a glint of silver revealed itself. Holding it up, she advanced closer to the girl. Her breathing, getting louder. Almost unsure of what to do. The blade sunk lower and lower into the skin. Piercing the soul. A long rippling scream fell into the open air, being longed with all desire. But something happened this one mysterious day. For both girls fell down, but only one soul departed.