CHAPTER 1 Death

ELEANOR'S POV

Bang!!!!

I heard the loud sound of a gunshot behind me, making my ears almost bleed out. Turning around, I saw Mark covering his chest with his right hand.

Following his gaze, I realized he had just been shot.

"No!!!!!" I screamed, tears pouring out of my eyes as I watched my husband fall to the ground, his eyes turning lifeless.

"H...how could you do this, you devil" I stuttered as I ran towards mark, covering his bleeding chest with my palm in a mere attempt to stop the bleeding, knowing fully well that he was already dead.

Feeling like my heart was being twisted inside out, I cried out in loud sobs, my contact lens slipping out of my eyes from all the tears.

"So it really is you"

I heard footsteps slowly getting close to me, but I kept my head down, my gaze never leaving Mark's lifeless body.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!!" Liam raised his voice in anger as he held my hair on a tight bunch, forcing my gaze to meet his.

"Ouch" I wince in pain of my hair being pulled.

"It's beautiful" he said, staring straight into my eyes, a creepy smile hanging on his lips.

"I could carve them out and keep them in my room as trophy" he smirked.

"How dare you? How could you do this to your own best friend? You're a monster!!!!" I screamed as I spit on his face.

Slap!!!

I felt my cheek go numb from the slap, my jaw clenching as I tried to hold my ground, not letting a single tear slip.

"No matter how much you try, you can never be like Mark. You'll forever be in his shadow." I smiled, ignoring the stinging pain on my cheek.

Scoffing, he dragged me towards the well in the middle of an abandoned factory where he kept us, I could feel my hair pulling from my scalp, the pain unbearable.

Throwing me towards the edge of the well, he sat on the stool that was right in front of me, a knife in his hand, flicking it in a dangerous way.

"I can make this easier for you" he said, waving his hand around before continuing, "just surrender yourself to me and be mine, maybe then I'll spare you." He smirked.

"Haha_hahahaha" I laughed uncontrollably, his words were funny.

"I never knew you liked me that much" I sneered.

Scoffing at my words, he said "I don't like you, I only want what your eyes holds" he grins, his eyes shining greedily.

"So you did all these for power? Fame? Money?" I asked, my eyes turning red in anger.

"You could say that....or not..." He paused before continuing "Let's just say your husband was getting on my nerves, acting all high and mighty" he finished.

"You're pathetic" I spat, noticing the way his face twisted in anger.

Forcefully holding my chin, he traced my face with the knife he held. I could feel the blood trickling down my face as pain shot through me.

"It's a shame to destroy such a beautiful face, but you could still be useful even without your face. Your eyes is all I need" he stated as he continued deforming my face while I screamed in pain.

Kicking him on the shin with all my strength, I shuffled backwards. Blood streaming down my face, blurring my gaze.

Groaning in pain, he noticed me trying to escape and held my leg, twisting till I heard a crack.

My leg was broken

"Arrrrgh!!!!" I screamed, tears rolling down my face, mixing with the blood.

Struggling with all my strength, I searched around with my hands for anything I could use as a weapon. Finally touching a brick, I hit him hard on the head, my adrenaline running high.

Supporting myself on the well, I pushed myself up, my broken leg aching as I tried moving. "Nghh" I Hissed in pain, my body hurting all over.

Limping towards where seems to be the exit of the abandoned factory, I increased my pace, ignoring the searing pain i was feeling.

Almost at the exit, I could already see myself escaping from this hell as I pushed myself beyond my limit.

"And where do you think you're going?" I heard Liam's voice right behind me, making my body freeze in shock.

I could hear his footsteps getting close to me, making me regain myself as I tried to run away.

"Mmphh" I struggled as he held me tight from behind, his large hand covering my mouth. Ignoring the pains on my leg, I kicked and flail in an attempt to escape, I bit his hand hard enough for him to let go, throwing me hard on the floor.

"You bitch!!" He cursed as he grabbed the knife that was laying close to his leg and lounged at me. Before I could make out what was happening, I felt my clothes getting soaked.

Pain shot through me as I coughed up blood, the knife buried deep in my stomach. My hands shook as I tried to hold the wound, but the warmth of my own blood spilled between my fingers.

I gasped, my breath shallow, my body growing weaker. The hand I was using to support myself gave out, and I collapsed to the floor. The room blurred, the sounds around me fading.

"Now you're of no use to me." Leon sighed in feigned pity.

With my strength gradually leaving my body, I felt his hand grip on my hair as he dragged me towards the well.

The light flickered in the abandoned factory, I could barely make out his face anymore with my blurry vision.

"I'm sorry I couldn't throw you a lavish funeral, but I hope you find this more comfortable," he snickered.

I could hear the creak of the well cover as he pushed it open, the rusted metal groaning in protest. My body was barely holding on, every breath shallow, every movement a struggle. Yet, I felt him grip me, dragging me upward with little effort.

The air grew colder as he lifted me over the edge. My fingers twitched, but I had no strength left to fight. My gaze moved to my husband's lifeless body one last time.

Then....he let go.

For a moment, there was nothing. Just weightlessness. Then the world rushed past me, the damp walls of the well spinning as I plummeted down.

The last thing I heard was the echo of his laughter before the darkness swallowed me whole as I plunged deep into the not so empty well.

Water filled my lungs, burning and heavy, dragging me deeper into the abyss. My body convulsed, desperate for air, but all I got was more suffocating darkness.

With the last of my strength, I swore through the agony, my mind consumed by rage. 'Even if I have to turn into a fierce ghost, I'll make sure to get my revenge.'

The cold wrapped around me, my thoughts slipping, blurring. I wished...no, begged...to go back. To stop everything before it began.

But time wasn’t kind. And neither was death, then I took my last breath.