Her bulging eyes bonded with the snow-white paper that sat in her typewriter. finally , her tanned hands met with the machine and finished off her article on cooking, ‘Miss Betty.’ Her talent was extraordinary, she was very swell with her job, but when her boss walked into the room, a handsome young man in vast size, half her concentration flew out of the room. His sun-shinning blue eyes made her as stiff as stone, his glowing hair made her drool like a puppy, every breathe, every step, every stare he took struck an arrow through her, but not through her heart. Not a single soul knew about the secret appointments that took place in Gabriel’s office. The joy that sat inside of her gut when he put his wet lips around her own, clutching her breast with his right hand, was nothing she ever felt. No one had noticed, not even after his death. When the news was spread she could not stop the vibrating inside of hr, the grief, the confusion. She asked the same question to herself over and over again, who on earth would want to murder Gabriel Quint with a cooking knife? Her face turned to Sarah bewildered, merely thinking the same thing over. Emily’s head turned to the wall with it hanging dead off her shoulder, and out of the blues Sarah’s mouth slowly opened saying:

“ I wonder, who would want to kill Mr. Quint?”

   The sun shone through the window making her luscious, brunette hair gleam. Her head turned to Sarah making her way to the balcony.She was focused on the Golden Gate Bridge, near where Gabriel’s death took place. She frequently thought of him, though she had not a single clue why, for he meant nothing to her.

The clock had struck eight, she got dressed and made her way to work. Emily quite enjoyed her job, she liked the place, the way it smelt, she loved seeing her office with her typewriter on her desk first thing when she gets out of the corridor, but disliked working around people. Walking down the corridor she felt the cool breeze brush against her soft face. She made herself comfortable and noticed a light haired middle-aged short man wearing beige pants with a mug in his hands standing at the back. Turning over to Sarah her face became confused and stern asking who the fellow was.

“Oh, that’s Craig Dilens, the new boss, haven’t you heard” Sarah replied. She studied him for a good while and felt he was nothing like Gabriel, so modest and unattractive, she thought Gabriel was proud, attractive and a self-centred ass. Over the days Craig got to know everyone including Emily, and was slowly noticing her fascinating work and slowly started to admire it.

On a brisk day when the sun was hiding behind the clouds in the middle of April, Craig summoned her to his office. As she entered the small dusty office with Craig sitting in front of a desk she was concerned without a clue of what was going on. “Please, take a seat” he requested “I’ve been very impressed with your work lately.” Emily looked around, not knowing what to say.

“Thank you… Mr. Dilens” she answered. She could not stop being nervous, shaking like a leaf.

“Miss Stevenson, your work is unbelievably sufficient, and I've been thinking,” he paused to light a cigarette “Thinking of giving you the opportunity to write in the Vogue magazine” she turned red.“write an article on the famous British model, Alexander Dickens, and if I happen to like this article, you may write about whatever pleases you most” Emily could hear the bells of joy ring like a choir of singers when he dropped some files in her arms.

“Thank you so much!” she said in laughter “Don’t worry, I...I won’t disappoint you sir.” she left the office feeling like she was about to explode in tears of joy. Walking to her apartment she felt it impossible to remove the stitched smile on her face, but the next step she took she felt the memory of Gabriel’s death strike her. One thousand leagues under her soul she felt that she should go to his grave. though she had not a single clue why, for he meant nothing to her, he was like a toy she enjoyed playing with from time to time, he was someone that gave her pleasure when fooling around.No one nor anything ever built up the shallow hole inside of her, but Gabriel shone the tiniest ball of light to her soul, she could barely see it, but she knew it was there.The cemetery looked dead. Mist wandered through it like the dark spirits that roamed. she concentrated on Gabriel’s grave, she noticed he was loved by many from all the flowers. She examined his grave stoned and focused on the bright embroidery of his name. What caught her eye was the date, 1944-1975, so young. she stood staring until her face dropped to her watch that was passed on from her father, who had tragically run into an accident at a railway. As she made her way out of the cemetery she stopped herself from a man in the far distance.He was a blonde, tall, blue eyes with a tough face. He stared directly at Gabriel’s gravestone but then he seemed to drop the gravestone and fixed his eyes on Emily with a friendly smile. Looking at him was like looking directly into a bull’s eye, he made her shriek. His face, his body, his smile, everything looked familiar about him, she just could not put her finger on it. As she took a closer look at the man she felt a knife stab through her, it was Brian, her ex-boyfriend.

Emily sat by her desk staring into the blues like she had a front-om lobotomy, trying to think of a reason why Brian was at Gabriel's funeral. She was starting to think that he might of been stalking her, but how would he know Emily was going to the cemetery.with Brian in her head the memoirs of them breaking up came across her mind.Breaking up with Brian was tough, three years ago she found him cheating on her in his car with someone prettier than her. but she could not under why, he was such a sweet guy.Henceforth she only thought of Brian and no longer of Gabriel. Brian would hate whenever Emily would even have a comfortable conversation with a man that was not him, she started to think that Brian was the killer of Gabriel Micheals. Dawn had struck as her stomach growled of suspicion like thunder, it felt to her that it was the right time to go to Alexander Dickens. She snatched her note-pad and pen from her desk and took along her camera. she did not look at his files but managed to get a glimpse of them before he left, the only thing that stayed in her memory was that he was from England and his address. Her arrival was disappointing, journalists crowded all around him asking questions and she nearly got a seizure from the flashing lights coming there to there. Of course,

she was used to this, but she was not at all in the mood for the hassle, she had to much of a headache from Brian. She dragged her tired legs back to Geary Street to her apartment, the

depressing and lonely atmosphere in her apartment persuaded her to take a bath. The bath filled to the very peak of the tub with steam swirling through the room. as the lovely breeze came in the room from the window and the lights glowed without a single flicker, and the cool, refreshing water soaked through her around her skin. her eyes shut tight whilst she thought of how well her life was going, she felt she had visions, that her life would be successful and filled with beauty. But she still always felt the dark, deep hole inside of her, though it was slowly lighting up, but the feeling she was getting was that she will happy.

The moon had arrived when the clock had struck six-thirty. Brighter than ever the stars shone, she thought it would now be a good time to meet Alexander Dickens in person. She let the December breeze brush through her fragile face as she she walked the twilight night. her eyes had met with his apartment and fixed on the bell. The cold metal made her push the bell quickly and back off. A deep moan came through the speaker,

"Who is this?"

"Emily Stevenson, I'm a journalist." the voice paused when she said this

"Please come in" he answered. she made her way up the stairs and knocked on the door. A servant answered the door pointing his hand towards the living room, and when she made her way there sat a handsome, tall brown haired man in a fine, black wool suit sitting on a sofa.

"Hello, I'm Emily Stevenson...A journalist, would you mind if i asked you a few questions on an article I'm writing." She nearly lost consciousness from looking at his face, she has seen many pictures of him but to her he looked so much different, yes, he was very much her type, but she hated models, she thought they were vain and ignorant fools.

"Yes, of course you may" he paused "Take a seat". She sat on the leather sofa eager to sit by his side, she felt something about this man, she felt he was somehow different.

"Do you enjoy working as a male model?" whilst he was answering her questions she fantasised about him, something about this man, she was beginning to like him, how his thick British accent made her drool, his berry blue eyes made her blush, just being around him made her never want to leave. After that night she would always go back to his apartment asking a vast amount of questions that were more than she really needed know. But slowly they became little pals and had conversations when Emily was at his place just to ask questions, they were not like best friends, Alexander just found Emily's company a pleasure, but she adored the essence of his company. She felt as of the hole was slowly building up, She hoped that Alex had loved her as much as she had loved him, her hope was greater than anything else in this world, even though they only just met, but deep down inside she felt that Alex had loved her himself. No one on this earth thought there was a dark side of her, she was so young and innocent, despite the situation with Gabriel, but maybe there was an evil, sinister dark side deep, deep in the dungeons of her soul, but everyone would laugh when they thought of this. Everyone always said she was like a sweet, fresh, beautiful rose.

She knocked on his door excited and so her excitement had increased when she saw who was at the door. He was dressed very fashionable and stylish.

"Good morning Alex, would you like to take a stroll down the beach?" He looked around with a face like he was in a hurry,

"Well," he paused looking around the room with a stern face "it will have to be a quick one, I have an appointment in half an hour." They left the apartment with Emily eager to hold Alexander's hand. She felt her love strike through her like the sea breeze, the image of him and herself together holding hands, with there hearts connecting. it was silent for a while,

"hows work going?" she asked.

"fine really" he looked to his side "And with you?" he answered.

"Great" she looked to the sea side, "Are you happy?" The words hand fallen out of her mouth and onto the warm sand. He looked straight at her and at the same same time she stared into his eyes through his soul, trying to imagine how there lives would be if they together, she knew one thing though, she would more happy than her life at the moment.

"Well sure!" He said with a sweet laugh. Emily did not remove her eyes from his face.

"That's nice" as the cold breeze kicked in she swung her jacket over her shoulders. "Do you ever wish you anything else in life?" She asked out of curiosity.

"No, but sometimes I wish could get married, but I feel it is not the time yet. What about you, do you have someone in your life?" When he had asked this question a smile sweeter than strawberries from heaven above appeared on her face.

"No, I'm single, but I'm hopping for someone soon." she was of course honest about that, but she did not mention anything about Gabriel.

At that one moment when she looked into the dungeons of his soul she wanted him to hold her by her waste and tell her he loved her, she knew this fantasy was very cleshay. He had to go to his appointment asking Emily if she wanted a ride home. It was a quick drive, but she had enjoyed the comfort by his side and the Lincoln. When she shook his hand and left the vehicle she opened the door to her apartment. She noticed she had stepped on an Envelope whilst going to the kitchen. It was plain white, when she turned it around she felt her heart race at the name of her ex-boyfriend's name. Tearing it open she could feel her heart explode and her limbs stop working, she could see an image, the most grotesque image, in front of her eyes stood the answers to her questions, Gabriel Micheals had been murdered several times with a knife by Brian.

 The amount of vomit that came through that woman's mouth when she sighted the picture was unbelievable. She did not bring the photo the police but kept it to herself hiding it from public, but she started writing her article, with an amazing amount of information about Alexander Dickens. It felt impossible

for her to smile with the vulgar thoughts that she was having, but she made it thinking of Alex. Her fingers moved as fast as lightning that the typewriter would explode as much as her head. Whilst writing the article she could not stop thinking of Brian. She merely had the idea that the murder was caused because Brian was jealous, he never fancied the idea of Emily being with anyone else. She spent her break thinking over and over the subject. Every time she thought of the word photo she felt like someone stuck their fingers down her throat. The article was starting great, but pictures were missing, she swung her bag around her shoulders dragging her feet down his apartment. At the

exact spot that she stood there was a perfect angle of him walking down the street. Flashes flew from there to there, blinding other people's sight. The camera was now her favourite possession, hiding in the shadows taking pictures of Alex, he was like a drug to her. She started getting obsessed, but most of all with him, watching him over and over again and taking pictures. But the worst part was she kept them to herself, when she got them developed she made two copies, one for the article and the other for her, watching them from time to time. The love she had for him was beautiful, precious and lovely, but it all went to far, nearly every chance she got she went out looking for him and stalking him.

Time had flew vastly, the end of her article was now around the corner. She was exhausted, her eyelids found it difficult to stay separate. As she poured herself a cup of coffee she could not help wandering what Alex was up to at this minute. she looked out the window with her face reflecting on it seeing that there was no one else for Alex but her. The camera sat on the table teasing her with a smile, grabbing it she could feel all the precious photos. It was persuading her to go and pay a visit to him. Strolling through the moon which was at its very peek she got her camera ready. She waited at behind the shadows impatiently, finally, she spotted him waiting in an alley. He seemed to be waiting for someone, looking around and rolling his eyes. Merely at midnight a woman showed up, a true beauty with blonde hair. His innocent hands wrapped around the woman's waste rolling his tongue inside of her lusty lips. Were his hands really innocent, or were they full of sin and lust, Emily stood paralysed, ready to cry out blood, her heart was cut into two pieces. Why would he do such an evil thing to her? She could not understand. She dropped the camera right after she by accidentally took a picture, she felt like her heart was displaced, like someone had just cut it out. His hand slithered up the woman's shirt, whispering something in her ear, why would Alex, the one person she ever felt true happiness with do something horrible like that? She could feel her soul and guts being ripped out him, she filled with sadness and sorrow, but also with envy and rage, she had never had an enemy, but now she stood her face to face. Proof had come to her, he did not love her, but she thought this was impossible, her life was now ripped in half by some stupid little blonde whore. Her legs ran and ran like they had never ran before, at her arrival to her apartment everything went upside down and everything became a blur. Darkness had roamed around the her, Alex was destroying the titanium that built up the hole inside of her, nothing was left, she needed him. Before she could move she puked tsunamis' of vomit, more than ever, even more than the situation with Brian.

The face in the mirror was dead, yellow like a chinaman, eyes as red as lobsters. Time ticked while Emily suffered, every second, every minute she could feel the cannibal eating her from the inside out, watching that woman suffocate him with her lips, he was her soul mate. She was happy, Alex made her feel true, pure happiness, she was filled with it and love, until the day when it all got sucked out of her by a cute blonde bitch, she felt like nothing now, just a big empty bowl. Her feelings had disappeared, except for the ones for Alex, she could feel nothing but pain and misery. She kept thinking, who on earth would do something like this to anyone, why Alex would Alex do such a thing? She asked herself the same question over and over again. Sarah walked out of the bathroom looking at Emily in shock, "Hey Emily" she said. Emily starred away into another world,

"Hi" she said looking into the air. She paused for a good seven seconds, "Oh, and Sarah can you tell Mr. Dilens that I will not be at work today. I don't feel so well" She said looking Sarah straight into the eye.

"Why of course honey! Lord you look terrible, do you need me to stay here with you and make you some soup?"

"No that's fine Sarah," Sarah was always such a doll to Emily. As soon as she left the building Emily burst into tears only thinking of Alex. She suffered a vast amount, no one in the world could feel her pain, it was like a cannibal eating her up from the inside, it felt like someone was ripping her guts out. She could not stop thinking about Alex, but she wanted to, she just couldn't. The poor little eyes of Emily could now only see black and darkness, in her

soul there was an apocalypse full of earthquakes and storms. It was eleven O'clock, the time when the news was on, she rubbed her eyes and switched on the television. When she lay in bed listening to the woman speaking at a vast speed she felt a shock run through her veins, eyes bulging. It was truly shocking for her seeing her ex boyfriend on the news dead. She nearly lost consciousness when she remembered about the photo, she thought for a minute and ran out the house ripping the photo from her make up box. She ran like a pride of lions hunting, her tears persuaded her to move her legs faster, the thoughts of Alex made her eager to kill herself. She leaped towards the front desk shooting out sentences,

"I information on the murder of Gabriel Micheals" she said drained from her breathe.

"Ah... Okay, one second" she said picking up the phone, "Yes, this is officer Nolan, he is the captain of this case." Emily followed him into an interrogation room. sitting down her mouth opened wide,

"I know who is responsible for the death of."

"You say you have evidence?" she stared at him and took out the photo. He examined it for a while.

"Good lord, where did get this"

"I found it in front of my door" She said looking at him.

"Who is Brian?" He asked.

"He is my ex boyfriend, who I heard died five days ago." She said with her head down and eyes looking up,

"Really, why would he want to kill Mr. Micheals, was he an enemy?"

"Well, last week I went to the funeral of Gabriel and saw Brian at the corner staring at the gravestone," she paused "and he was there before me. Brian also never liked me being with anyone, he took the break up hard and was probably envious."

"Hold it there, you and Mr. Micheals were together?" he asked. Emily's concentration flew out of the country and immediately thought of Alexander, and noticed she was bleeding somewhere, it was coming from inside her nail. She thought it strange because she did not remember getting cut. "Miss Stevenson, snap out of it" he said in a whispering type of way.

"Ah!" she shook her head, "Sorry officer" he stared at her very strangely, "Oh, no, we were not together, but we did fool around a couple of times." The strange face was still intact.

"So, you say he was upset when you split up?"

"Yes" She replied.

"And how long ago did you break up with him?" He asked.

"Five years ago. But he also kept begging me to take him back for a year and a half, but then he stopped. I also think he might of been stalking me."

"That's why he killed himself" He said,

"I don't know for certain, but maybe."

"Or he didn't want to get caught," he insisted. Emily shrugged her shoulders and swung her purse onto her lap. "It was good to meet you miss Stevenson, but I have a meeting soon. Can you give the photograph." She gave it to him and left, whilst doing so she saw the destroyer of her dreams, the darkness of her light, walking through the hall holding hands with a man. The man picked up some files from the front desk with the woman kissing him on the lips. On there

fingers there were wedding rings, when he left the station a card slipped from his pocket. He was a lawyer named Charlie Davis, she stuck the card in her pocket and left.

When she got the rest of her photos developed she studied them, spilling a tear every time she saw him. Flicking through one and another she had spotted the picture of the woman making out with Alex. She looked at it in the most angriest face that ever existed, and finally she lost it. She screamed so loud and threw every thing around, slowly coming her down. Her hands ripped the photo right in half, but right before she was going to set it to flames she had come across an idea, looking at "the woman's" husbands business card she felt vindictive. 

Emily stood in front of the mirror seeing nothing but an empty shell. She looked around thinking of a million ways to kill herself, open her vein with a kitchen knife, hang herself with the curtains, take an over dosage of pain relievers, but she fancied jumping off a cliff with a beautiful view, feeling the air rush through her veins, thinking that you're falling to your way to paradise. Her mind was full of suicidal thoughts, she took a sip of her rum and had planned to write her article. it was intense writing an article about someone you have been fantasising over thinking they love you, but then they rip your heart out. Squeezing her eyes tight shut her hands started tapping on her typewriter like rain on a window. writing made her feel more calm, until she took a glimpse on the paper and she smashed into millions of pieces. The only words, or shall I say names, that was branded with ink on the paper was Alex. She jumped back typing again, but this time it was all gibberish. Her mind flew out of the room, she got up in fright and made it to the toilet to puke. The razor that had been teasing her for a long time stood in front of her face. blood came draining down the slit that she had created. with a tear of sadness she possessed another cut thinking of Alex, another with the thought of "the woman", and another, and another. After she was nearly drained of her blood she held it to her throat going to her way to happiness, until she heard a door creek with Emily's name screamed out. The razor slipped out of her hand and she covered her cuts of sorrow. Her head plucked out of the door eyeing Sarah as she made her way to the sofa putting away Emily's clothes diligently. Sarah called for Emily as she walked from the bathroom. "Hey are you feeling sweet heart?"

"Terrible" Emily had replied in a hoarse tone. In a flash of a second Emily merely could stand as she felt delirious and dead. The room filled with rage when Emily looked up at Sarah, except it did not look like Sarah, it was "Her",

the woman who burned to ash in the ground in her dreams, the one who shone and lived happily ever after in her nightmares. An error had arrived in Emily's head, impossible to control,

"You filthy slut!" Emily threw words like fire at Sarah.

"What?" Sarah had asked in confusion and hurt

"He was my man, not yours! You stole him from me you bitch!" It was like Emily knifed Sarah. "You've got to pay" she said arising from the chair when Sarah stepped back asking if she was all right. Sarah could not understand why in any world or hell Emily would say something so horrid to her, the words that came from Emily's mouth seemed obscene coming from her, a woman with courage, someone who was reliable and never in a lifetime would say the word sin, did anyone know that for sure. tea cups spun in Emily's head, `but barely feeling it from swooning on the bed.

WHAT A SAD LITTLE DISEASE: thought Emily looking directly at Sarah.

"Are you sure you're okay to go to work today?" Sarah said for the sixth time

"No I'm alright, just need a few pain killers, that's all."

"You were acting so strangely last night, callin' me all sorts of names" Emily froze at this.

"What?" she said not knowing what Sarah was talking about.

"You don't remember? Well, you went all goofy after and fainted" Emily could feel her heart trying to rip out from her chest. Not a single memory from that night had hit her, it was like her brain had completely shut down. Sarah asked her something when Emily was making her way to the door, slamming it without caring at all what Sarah had to say. But something struck her mind and quickly went back to Sarah,

"Don't tell anyone what happened last night" Sarah rolled her eyes when she said this shocked by her obnoxious behaviour. The office felt like it changed to her, but she could still remember the rich smell of it and the people she felt hate for at that moment. She on her chair in front of her typewriter smiling happily with Sarah next to her who had driven. In a strange way she was happy, smiling with sunshine shining through the window, but everything felt odd, like it were an illusion. She looked at the paper examining her work when a flash of light struck through her mind, she held the paper closely to her eyes, there was nothing that she remembered writing it was all: "She will pay she will pay she will pay, nails cut". Emily had no clue what it could mean, suddenly she screamed like a banshee. She could feel so much pain, the most painful memoirs of her existence came back to her, including Alexander. It felt like someone was burning her, branding all the horrid memories onto her soul. She half crawled to the bathroom in agony anger with everyone staring at the woman with their chins dropped to their chests in bewilderment. All her anger and depression shot right to her head and out of her mouth as blood. This had never happened before, she had never spat out blood before. She was now getting

the impression that she was extremely sick, deep down she had known that for a while, ever since it happened. The pain was greater than any she had ever experienced but when it finally ended she left the building in a hurry trying to hide her face from humanity. When she arrived at her apartment she covered her face with her hands crying alone, but she felt she was not. A voice came from somewhere, Emily looked around not knowing, it was like it came from everywhere. The voice was familiar, a voice she could never forget, it was the sweet and glorious sound of Alex. She could hear him talking to her, telling her something. Her ears opened wide and she smiled, "Emily" It said in her head "help me." the voice paused "you need to kill her, she is an enemy. She stole me from me and your just going to sit there and do nothing about it!" The voice yelled. Emily grabbed her head crying and screaming and took a stroll. She left the apartment before Sarah came back. Sarah had thought Emily was acting strange, it was like her personality was completely different. Right there in front of her was the grand living of Alexander Dickens, Emily waited by the door until someone else came and opened it, Emily had entered taking the stairs. She put her ear in front of the door of Alex, he was talking to the woman, she was most certain they were making love. Rage had filled her body as she tightly squeezed the knife in her hand, listening to the voice of joy, but not love, Emily thought that it was not love, she thought an absolute lack of love, it was like the relationship with Emily and Gabriel. Alex had said The woman's name, Eve, he had said that he loved Eve, Emily felt sick at this. As she lifted her hand to knock on the door to terminate Eve Davis it quickly went down. She couldn't do it, not now.

  Emily lay in her bed thinking of why she did not kill Eve when she had the chance. Was it because she could not do it? Or did she think it was not the right time. Sarah walked into the room looking at Emily in a disappointing face, Emily gave her a face back. "Emily, we need to talk" Sarah said.

"about what" Emily said in the most vicious way,

"well, you missed so many days of work, Mr. Gary fired you" Emily looked at Sarah in an evil way, "Plus, what happened yesterday." She immediately pointed her fingers at Eve. Sadness was crawling up her sleeves as she walked into the bathroom. The shower water dripped onto her body as she slowly made it hotter, until it felt like she were to combust. Her head swirled around and could merely stay on her feet, her eyes had made contact with Alexander. His smile shone as he walked toward her saying nothing making eye contact. A smile had grown on Emily's mouth as he put his hands around her waist, slowly going lower until his hands went below her waist. Emily felt the essence of happiness, she looked down at Alex stroking his hair back with a smile engraved with gold and roses on her face. A voice called for Emily and she jumped back, when she looked down he was gone and her hands were under her waist. The smile engraved on her face had dissolved into tears.

Eve had whipped out everything in her mind and stayed there. All her sadness was all made from Eve, Emily was eager to set her to flames and bath in her ash. Every minute of the day she did not remove her eyes from Mr. Dave's business card, until she had entered the number in the telephone. Emily tapped her feet out of impatience as the phone was ringing, when a high voice answered she immediately wanted to kill him as well.

"Hello Mr. Davis, I was hopping we could meet"

"Do you have an appointment?" He asked.

"No. But I have something I want to tell you, in person" She said,

"Tell me what in person?" He was getting angry.

"Mr. Davis,I believe your wife is having an affair" she mumbled,

"what? That's an obscene thought" He said in the angriest voice.

"I have proof!" she yelled impatiently "Please, can we just meet in person" she pleaded. He agreed to meet him at his house at seven, that was when she was at book club coming from him. Emily knew that deep down down Charles Davis knew that Eve been having an affair, god knows for how long it was going on for. Charles and Emily both knew that Eve was not at book club, when Emily had thought of Eve paying, she smiled like darkness.

Seven had arrived, she threw her cigarette off the balcony gripping tight onto the picture she wanted to rip in half. Charles's house was big, Emily knocked three times in an angry way. When he opened the door Emily wanted to laugh out loud. This was the hot woman's husband, a short boring lawyer. Charles opened the door for Emily and she passed him in the most rude way. They both sat down on the rich leather chairs which made Emily want to puke, for it reminded her of Alexander’s couch. "So you believe that my wife is having an affair" he said nearly in tears "With who?"

Emily placed the photos on the table smiling while Charles created an ocean of tears.

"With Alexander Dickens" she said. Emily did not care about Charles Davis, she did not care if it was right or wrong, the only thing she smiled about whilst doing this is the thought of Eve Davis rotting away with no money, she used to be called a rose, but now it was like she was the opposite, she was like an angel who betrayed god.

"Listen to me" Emily said tightening her fists, "You can't let that bitch do this to you. Aren't you going to do something, or are you just going to lie there whining about someone who never cared for you." She tried to put these words right through his head. He got up looking at Emily like he was going to blow up,

"You come into my house telling me my wife doesn't love me, get the hell out!" Before Emily stepped out the door she smiled, a smile that came from the darkest side of any person in the world, it was like a demon that had possessed her.

A week had passed when Emily received a letter. She tore it open and a paper fell on the floor. Charles's name was written on it, she had completely forgot about him. Her eyes focused on the words, she could no longer write but she could read.

Dear Miss Stevenson,

I wanted to thank you for coming to my apartment that day.

I needed to know the truth, for weeks I wondered if my

prediction was true or if I was just paranoid. That photo

Changed everything, Eve and I are going through the

divorce, I kicked her out of my house, she is now staying

at a motel working at a diner. With all thanks.

Sincerely, Charles.

At the very minute when Emily had finished reading the letter that she had received from Mr. Davis she tossed it in the trash. For it meant nothing to her, she did not care if he needed to know the truth, she just needed to know that Eve was suffering in hell. But that detail turned into a reflection of Emily herself. Sarah came home from a job that was loved by Emily,

"Emily, we need to talk, could you sit?" Sarah said,

"I don't want to sit" Emily sassed. The face on Sarah was worried,

"Fine, stand. When Mr. Dilens fired you, you stopped paying rent" Sarah felt sorely vexed saying this. "Is what I'm saying is that I can't pay rent on my own" she paused looking at Emily in a sorry way, "and I need a new room mate." Emily burned with rage when these words sailed out of her mouth.

"Are you saying you're kicking me out?" Emily said in anger trying to hide her sadness. Without saying a whisper she left to pack her belongings. Things had changed ever since the cruel and agonising second when she had witnessed Alexander and Eve together. Every person that she had ever met believed that she had changed as well, she was falling into pieces, she was being devoured from the inside out, dissolving like water on a steaming hot rock. Sarah did not know anything about Alex and Emily, but she knew she changed, most of all her behaviour, it was like her heart froze completely. There was no place to stay, except at her mother's house, but she had not seen her ever since she turned eighteen. The only choice she had was stay in a cheap motel. Before she left she did not take a single glimpse at Sarah, the last thought she had in that apartment building was a motel she had in mind. Her arms stretched and her legs shook as she walked through the cold night to the cheapest motel in town.

A day past of success. Emily had found a job at a cafe as a waitress, it was successful, but she hated waiting tables. Going from one side of the cafe to the other serving coffee and pancakes was really tiring. The hot pot of coffee that she carried from every side of the room tempted her to smoulder herself to death, but that tempting situation tempted her more when she turned to the other side. The man that broke her heart but still fantasized about sat between her eyes enjoying a cappuccino. She went numb all over feeling adrenaline rush through her veins, when Alexander’s eyes met with Emily's the jug fell from her hands and shattered into nearly more pieces than her her heart. Her feet leaped through the door until she reached her motel feeling the horrid liquid that came through her throat exiting her mouth. The tears that dripped from her eyes soon turned into fire when she gaped Eve entering the motel.

It was a coincidence that Eve was staying at Emily's motel but Emily felt it more like an omen. Emily's legs moved with rage following Eve into her apartment. The door knob made her hands twitch, partly she hoped it was locked but another part of her hoped that it was opened. She closed her eyes twisting the knob as it creaked open. Eve was in no sight of her, but she heard the shower on as she moved her legs to the wardrobe. Eve's tears were greater than the shower, Emily smiled at this. The shower stopped but the tears did not, Emily stepped further in the wardrobe. The towel dropped from Eves body and put on one of her rich negligee but this just made Emily stand with rage. Her hands reached into her purse squeezing her nail scissors and pushed through the wardrobe.

"Who the hell are you?!" Eve yelled in bewilderment.

"You stole him from me" Emily whispered,

"What on earth are you talking about, Get out!"

"Alex! He loved me not you, whore stole him from me."

"Oh, you're the journalist Alex talked about. Ha, pathetic" this made Emily fill with rage, "Wait, your the reason why I'm in this cheap motel, Emily right" she said in an angry voice. But Emily could by now only see red, her hand was nearly purple from how she grasped the nail scissors. Eve's mouth went on and on yapping about how Emily ruined her life, that made Emily even more angry because she did not even stop for a second on how she ruined Emily's knife. Her hand was ready to fall off from the wrath in her hand, but before that could happened she pulled them out of her bag leaping in front of Eve's toes sinking the shark tip of the object deep in her neck, not once but at least three times. The last noise that came from her mouth was a small little squeak, was it wrong doing this or did she deserve it? In Emily's opinion it had to be done, she was not not afraid or guilty, she knew what she did and admired it, she smiled at the body for a while and dumped it in the bathtub. The nail scissors were saturated with blood, but Emily did not mind at all, she smelt it and rubbed it on her hands proud of what she had done and put them in her bag. The blood that dried on the scissors was now a memento of her most pleasing work.

Two days past and Emily did not find the slightest bit of remorse. She hoped she would not get fired again from what had happened, she did not go to work the other day. Her boss looked her between the eyes in a stern way, his arm lead Emily into his office.

"What the hell happened the other day?" He asked in a way that made Emily's spine shiver.

"I can explain" She said in a desperate voice,

"Well go on" Her boss said.

"It was my ex-boyfriend, I saw him the other day and it scared me." She liked to imagine that in her fantasy Alexander was her boyfriend, her knight in shining armour.

"Alright Stevenson, but if anything like this happens again it'll be the last time you'll see this diner ever again." She looked at him thinking of ways to kill him with a smile, she knew she could do it right know, she would love to do it, but she could not. It would be dull, she had to plan things first.

Detectives were surrounding Eves motel room eyeing every detail, Emily passed without anyone noticing. The door knocked but Emily just stood there gaping it for a good while until it lost its patients. Two detectives stood in front of the door asking to ask a few questions. Emily sat on the coach acting relaxed asking what had happened. "A woman was murdered named Eve Davis, know her?" Said one of the detectives.

"I saw her a few times" Emily replied,

"Did you hear any noise or someone scream" the same detective inquired.

"No" answered Emily trying to hide her little smile.

"Did you notice anything strange about Eve or someone following her?" The other detective asked slowly,

"No, sorry" Emily said in a shaky tone,

"Okay well call this number if you find out something, thank you" They gave her a card and left. Emily had to plan her murders a little different.