Who’s Ophelia?

"I'm not that little girl you left there to die anymore. I may look the same, but I'm not the same." He stepped back, out of breath. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his clothes wrinkled from all the running he had been doing. "Why have you come here? Huh? To kill me? Do it. I'd love to see you try." His voice was husky, but fear was clear in his eyes, dark, like they were ready to summon a blood moon. I chuckled. The bastard was still the same. Hadn't changed one bit. I stepped closer, playing with the knife in my hand, tilting my head to the side. "You still have the arrogance of underestimating me." The cold metal of the knife positioned just beneath his throat; it only took one thrust for the walls in his garage to be painted with red. I kept him still with my body, huddling on his to make sure he didn't shift. "Get off of me, you crazy girl!" He spat, his voice full of rage and anger. He squirmed, trying to break loose. "Careful. One wrong move and you die in one scream," I said, chuckling with excitement. I tilted my head to the side and started to sing a lullaby. "One... two... How many body parts will you lose?" I started to slice off his fingers one by one while I sang. His screams of agony echoed against the walls of the garage, tears escaped his eyes like a waterfall drenches a river. I got up off of him, tilting my head to the side. "I'll give you five seconds to run, okay? After that, Lelly's coming for you." I laughed, twirling around, counting on my fingers. I watched the as the pitiful thing tried to crawl away, screeching in pain. Maybe if I had worn earmuffs I wouldn't have to worry about wanting to cut my ears off to ignore the dreadful sounds of death. Pathetic, I thought to myself. Yet still, I finished singing my lullaby. "Three... four... Lelly's coming for more." I stabbed my knife into his back. He fell face flat, screaming in anguish. "Five... six... hear her giggles mix." I sang, I chanted. There was no redemption for him now. I kept on stabbing him until he stopped moving, my face messy with blood, the floor beneath me was drenched. I stood up. I looked down on him, crossing my arms, not bothering to wipe the blood off my face. " Told you." I muttered almost as it was meant to be a thought, not to say out loud. I walked out of the garage, not bothering to clean up the mess. I skipped and hopped down the street to the nearest bus stop bench. My dark brown hair, which I had fixed in a ponytail, was now a messy bun. Blood was splattered all over my face, my clothes were a mess, and my boots were dripping with blood. If someone took one look at me they would think they came face to face with a vampire. The gray city bus was now approaching the bus stop. As it came to a direct stop, I walked into the bus and stared at the driver. He looked almost high, his eyes were red and his ginger hair was unkempt. "The Heidi Resort, is my stop." I threw fifty dollars in the bus deposit box and took a seat at the back of the bus. As the bus drove, I stared out the window. The sun was beginning to set, the sky was turning into a pretty orange color and the trees somehow got darker. Thoughts ran through my mind and a knot formed in my throat, and a tear escaped my eye. Quickly I brushed it away. The bus stopped at an almost deserted spot. A girl entered. She looked like a teenager, but she wore too many bright colors; she looked like a human rainbow. I rolled my eyes as she sat next to me. "Helloooo, I'm Sarah," she said in a high-pitched, raspy voice. She was all up in my face. I stared at her with a forced smile. "You look constipated, are you okay?" she asked in that raspy voice of hers. "Can you get out of my face? And I'm not constipated," I said coldly, turning back to look out the window. "What's your name?" she asked while playing with the blonde curls in her hair. I inhaled and exhaled, then I answered her back, my voice steady and calm. "Lelly. And you shouldn't be telling people your name when you don't know them." I scoffed under my breath and crossed my arms, leaning back on the seat. She stared at me, her eyes bright with excitement, she looked like she saw gold. Which only made her look stupid. "You have such a pretty name! And you told me your name, so I guess that applies for you too!!!" She said in her raspy voice. She giggled. I got up as the bus arrived at the resort. I looked over my shoulder as I was about to exit the bus. "Sarah, get home safe, alright? There are dangerous people in this part of Illinois." I said in a calm tone, and stepped off the bus. I walked inside the hotel. I could sense all eyes were on me. My jaw tightened . "What is everyone looking at? Did a star fall from the f—." Before I finished, someone pushed me into the elevator. Just as I was about to break their nose for even touching me, I noticed who it was: my best friend, Elena. "Why do you look like you just took a blood bath?" she asked me with her normal smooth voice, pitched with a bit of attitude as she rolled her eyes. "What if I just carve your eyes out?" A slow, humorless smile crossed my face, my voice as cold as my words. She stared at me, blinking frantically. "Ophelia, I'm way too precious to die, don't you think? And if I lose my eyes, I can't do your dirty work because I can't see." She said in a light chuckle, scared but calm. I just smiled and stepped out of the elevator once it reached my floor. I opened my door, almost getting thrown over by Maëlle hopping on me. "Elena, don't use the work card when you're about to die because I simply couldn't care less," I said in a flat tone but smiling, while petting Maëlle. I could hear her gulp behind me. "I went to deal with business. In other words, my father, who is now dead," I said flat and smooth while walking over to the mini-bar. Elena followed behind me and sat on a bar stool. "You killed him! I thought you said you were only going to talk to him!" she said in a frantic tone, while her right hand slid down her face. I looked at her with a smile while pouring myself a cup of whiskey and orange juice. "You know me. Talking never goes well. That's why my knife did the talking," I said in an optimistic tone, as I sipped on my drink. "Anyways, off that topic, you have an important business meeting tomorrow with one of the most successful empires here in Illinois, the Valmont family," she said, smooth but bristled with a hint of nervousness. I didn't know why she was so nervous; I was the one meeting with them. I rolled my eyes. "Great, is that all?" I said flat. "Yep." She got up. She walked to the door, pausing in her steps, still facing the door. "Be safe, alright," she said in a calm tone, taking a deep breath before exiting. I sighed, shaking my head. I went into the bathroom. I turned on the water to fill up the tub, adding bubbles. I took off my clothes and tied my hair in a messy bun, then I stepped inside the lukewarm, moist bath filled with bubbles with such a good vanilla scent. I sat down getting comfortable and put my arms on the armrests of the tub. I leaned my head back against the wall. The window view behind the tub was out of this world; it had the landscape of the resort, filled with beautiful mountains that still managed to glow in the moon's horizon even at night. I relaxed, trying to erase the stress of today. My eyes roamed the room, stopping where my dog was laying on the carpet. I brought Maëlle last year for some company around the house and because I don't like people, so I bought a Maltipoo. I sighed as I heard my phone ring. I got out of the bath and tied a robe around me, then walked into my room and picked up my phone off of the nightstand. I sighed again as I answered the phone. A voice rang from the phone, raspy and high pitched. I knew just who it was. "AUNTY LELLY, I want to come to your house." I chuckled. I hadn't heard her voice in a while. "Lyssa, I know you can come on the weekend," I said in my soft, calm voice, only preserved for special people. I heard yelling in the background. "Alyssa, who are you talking to?" Ryan, my employee's voice, came through the phone. "She's talking to me," I called out through the phone, my voice sharp and smooth. I could hear Ryan's breath hitch through the phone. "How did she get your number? She's 8 years old!" His voice was stuffed with anger and confusion. I chuckled before answering him. "I should be asking you that, but you can't blame her; she loves her auntie." My voice was soft as I chuckled while talking. "Ophelia, you're not her aunty, and never will be." His voice was sharp and cold. "Remember who you are talking to, watch your tone. And you tell her that, I only say I am her aunty because she calls me that." My voice was flat and cold. I rolled my eyes, hanging up the phone and throwing it on my bed.