Chapter 184:Stop this nonsense!

The news of Iridessa's death spread like wild fire. In less than a second, all social media platforms were filled with the headline that announced it. Her death triggered reactions around the world, creating unprecedented surges of Internet traffic and dramatically boosting of her image.

The news seemed to have shaken the earth to its foundations and created such a ruckus. I was going to go to jail. I murdered someone with my own hands. I had killed an innocent woman.

How could I? I cried burying my face in my hands in a corner. I shouldn't have done that. I know I was angry but it didn't justify my actions of just killing someone. I was terrible. I was really a threat. I should've left when I had the chance. Now I will rot in jail.

My body shivered at the thought. How was I supposed to leave in such a place? Dirty woodchip brown floors and tiny rooms which had to be shared with rodents. Nicotine-stauned white walls, covered in ugly stains and streams of damp running from the cracking ceiling. I couldn't survive that. I could already feel the heat pricking my skin. And for the rest of my life? No! I couldn't. I would have to kill myself.

I looked around and noticed everyone was busy with the funeral. They coated her body in a white sheet and carried it towards the exit. This was my chance, I thought. I saw a knife along with a bowl of fruits on a table and I rushed to it.

Without wasting much time, with all my force I held the knife up and intended to run it through me. I was tired of this life. First my mother left me,then my aunt disowned me, now Adam left me. I absolutely had no purpose to live anymore. Everything was like water simply flowing away and refusing to be contained in my two hands.

My eyes were shut and I I decided to do just about what I wanted. I quickened and lowered the knife almost driving through my hand when I felt a sharp grip on my wrist. I shivered in fear and then opened my eyes.

It was Adam. He snatched the knife from my hands, threw it away and thwarted my shoulder in anger. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I...I don't wanna go to prison...." I shook my head. "I'd rather die....I don't wanna go to prison..." I cried looking for the knife.

"Eleanor!!!" He dragged me by the arms and kept me steady.

"Adam.....I killed her...I killed Ria...look....that's her blood all over the place....." I pointed at the crimson liquid in the floor which was beginning to dry out.

"W-what???" He asked seeming confused.

"I chocked her to death Adam....I can't live anymore....I have to die....God knows too...." I convinced him just what was on my mind. He was quiet for a long time and when he looked at me, I realised I was done for. I was a jealous woman. Someone's blood was on me because of my behaviour. I sinned and deserved nothing but death itself. I had to die.

I ran my fingers in my hair and felt just about the sweat. I was sweating profusely and still in the hospital gown, I got it wet. My skin was glowing with the sweat as well and I hoped I would get something good out of all this.

"I have to die....I killed her. I don't want to go to jail...I killed her....how could I? I killed someone....with my own hands...." I looked at them and started laughing the next minute. I laughed until both of my sides hurt. Then, like a flash, I started crying. The anger the pain the fear. All brighter in my eye than the sun making me question my sanity.

"Eleanor what are you blabbering about??" He asked and I got frustrated. There was no point in making me feel like I was right. I was in the wrong and I had to pay for it.

"I think she's hallucinating ..." Someone standing next to Adam whispered. It was a woman. She rushed over with a glass of water but I pushed it away sending the glass to Hades. I became out of control and messed the entire place. It seemed as though there was a breakout in the pandemonium. The room was shady and disorganised.

A room that was once the artist's was now like a dumpster with me constantly screaming, I don't want to go to jail, while confessing to the crime I did. I killed Iridessa. Her blood was on me. Her spirit would haunt me every night and what would become of me then?

Possibilities of what my life would be like raided my brain and I loathed the idea of living. I smashed my head against the wall many times , securing me several cuts which were bleeding badly.

"Stop her! She's going to kill herself...." Someone screamed and suddenly two strong arms pressed me against the wall. I couldn't move between them despite all my efforts to.

"Eleanor!!!!" His voice like thunder stroke and a tight hot stinging sensation brewed on my cheek. I had been slapped. My eyes focused on who it was that had the nerve to plant even a finger on me like that. Before I could, he shook me vigorously as though shaking some orange juice.

"Iridessa is fine! She's right here next to me....! Nothing's happened to her and you didn't kill anyone....see???" Adam focused my eyes to a familiar white skinned beautiful woman. She was in those kind of dresses which flowed each time they were worn. She smiled and waved at me assuring me that she was fine. Snake in the grass..... I knew she wanted to harm me and will surely do so given the chance.

"Adam....you have to listen to me ..she-- stay away....----she...you know...ghost.....I killed her....I don't want to go to jail Adam... plea---"

"STOP THIS NONSENSE NOW!!!" his authoritative voice caused me to immediately shut my mouth.

"It's all in your head!!"