(I am in the middle of my long Christmas holiday and I'm just bored, so I decided to post another story. I've had this story for a long time. Hope you like it!)
Once upon a time, in a cold and grim city,
there lived a young lady named Olivia. Olivia was breathtakingly beautiful. She
was incredibly canny as well. But the one feature that was always associated
with Olivia was that she always got what she wanted.
“She always gets what she wants.
Always,” her proud mother said. “But
sometimes she becomes a little… aggressive in the process. Only a little,” she
continued with a giggle.
People around Olivia did not really know how they felt about her.
They admired her but were scared of her at the same time. They tried to avoid
her as much as they could, leaving her with almost no friend at all. Almost,
because she still had one friend: Joseph.
The calm boy met the avid girl when they both were very young and
somehow found a way to keep up with her. Olivia loved how mysteriously silent
Joseph was; her curiosity about him was insatiable. On the other hand, Joseph
saw Olivia’s burning ambitions as something unique. He told her that he had
never met any girl like her before. Years after their first meeting, they
realized that they loved each other and decided to get married.
Joseph’s and Olivia’s families
were very busy preparing their wedding. They did everything that was necessary:
inviting everyone they knew, ordering the best cooks to prepare the meals,
designing a magnificent dress for the bride, and all other wedding stuff. The
wedding would have been a perfect one if the horrifying thing had not happened
two nights before the wedding day.
It was nearly midnight, and Olivia had to walk home alone. While
she was rushing through the dark streets, two drunken men ambushed her.
“Where are you going, beautiful?” shouted one of the men while the
other one was trying to hold Olivia’s arms. Olivia tried to push them away, but
they started laughing. The man who was holding her tightened his grip and the
other man ripped Olivia’s clothes. Olivia shrieked and cried desperately, so
one of the men took a rock from the street and hit her head with it to silence
her. The pain from the blow was the last thing she felt.
Olivia turned into a ghost and
flew to Joseph’s house. She found the man that she loved sitting on his own
bed; his face looked vacuous.
“He must have found out about me,” Olivia thought. “Oh, my love,
you must be devastated.”
She tried to reach Joseph’s shoulder with her hand, but she could
not touch him. She tried again with both of her hands, but they were like smoke
to Joseph’s solid flesh. Olivia was furious.
“Even though I can no longer touch your skin,” she swore in her
rage, “I am not leaving you, my love. I am not
letting you go.”
Olivia really did what she swore. She kept haunting Joseph
wherever he went, not letting him forget about her. She made him see her shadow
when he either closed or opened his eyes. She made him hear her voice when it
was completely silent. She came to his darkest and most awful nightmares. She
kept him mourning about her death. She tortured him.
One day, the mournful Joseph
went out drinking with his best friend, John. “You need to get your life back,
my friend,” said John. “Let’s have some drink and forget your sorrow!”
The two men went to a pub that was owned by John’s friend, Gordon.
While Gordon and John were chatting and drinking, Joseph’s eyes were locked to
a girl behind the bar: Violet.
Violet was Gordon’s younger sister. Her hair was long and dark
while her eyes were big and grey, reminded Joseph of his Olivia. However,
unlike Olivia, who had fire burning in her eyes all the time, this girl had
fragile beauty that longed for protection and tenderness. Joseph was stunned by
Violet’s unusual beauty. For the first time since Olivia’s death, Joseph was
able to forget his painful loss.
As the two became closer and
closer, love began to grow inside their young hearts. His new love allowed
Joseph to forget his anguish and continue his life. “You are the cure for the
bleeding wound in my heart,” said Joseph before he leaned to kiss Violet’s lips
softly.
From a dark corner, Olivia saw Joseph and Violet’s first kiss. She
was furious. However, she was not the only one who was unhappy about Joseph and
Violet. John was also pissed to see the girl whom he had secretly loved and his
best friend together.
Olivia could smell John’s hatred
and flew to the man’s house. She went to his ear and whispered a devilish
suggestion.
“Kill him,” she whispered cruelly. “The girl is yours, but he
steals her from you. He has betrayed you! You have the right to do it! Kill
him!”
The resentful John could not use his mind to think clearly at that
time. He took his gun and rushed to Joseph’s house. He knocked the door and, as
soon as Joseph opened it for him, killed his best friend with a single shot.
Violet, who was also there in Joseph’s house, was down on her
knees and cried next to Joseph’s dead body.
“How could you do this?” she asked John hysterically. “He was your
best friend!”
John did not say anything for a moment. He stared at his hand and
the gun it was holding. He fell on his knees and started crying. With tears pouring
from his eyes, John took his gun again and shot his own head with it.
Joseph turned into a ghost and
was enthusiastically welcomed by Olivia. Knowing what Olivia had done, Joseph
acted coldly towards her.
“You said you loved me,” said Joseph, “but now look at what you
have done! This is not love. You do not love me. You are selfish!”
Olivia was startled to hear what Joseph said. She felt very
irritated and was very angry at Joseph. While Olivia was still burned by her
exasperation, Joseph flew away to find Violet.
Joseph found Violet kneeling
next to his grave. She was holding a bouquet in silence, but Joseph could see
tears falling from her bright eyes. Even though he knew that Violet would not
be able to actually hear his words, he approached her and went to her ear.
“I love you,” he whispered, “and even if you stop crying for me, I
will always know that you feel the same.”
Violet sobbed and trembled, and then put the bouquet on the grave.
After a long gaze to the tombstone, she stood up and slowly walked away.
