Something beautiful is a story written by a user named MegIz. It’s about a girl who is walking home one night when she meets a strange person in the darkness.
As she walked home, Malerie Vanderwaal clutched her school books tightly to her chest. It was already past 2 AM. She looked around nervously. She knew that the area she was passing through was a bad neighborhood.
She flipped her long, wavy strawberry blond hair from her face and closed her sea blue eyes, praying that she wouldn’t run into any trouble.
Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around and saw a girl standing there.
Malerie got such a fright, she clutched her chest. Her heart was racing and she was breathing heavily.
“Y-you scared m-me,” she stuttered, barely managing to get the words out of her mouth.
“Did I?” asked the girl, flashing a smile. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m Bella.” She held out a perfectly manicured hand.
Malerie shook and returned a nervous smile. “My name’s Malerie.”
“You’re very pretty,” Bella said.
“Thank you,” Malerie whispered. “So are you.”
“This neighborhood has a bad reputation,” said Bella. “It’s not safe to be walking around here at night. Why don’t you come over to my house and wait until it gets light out.”
“Uh, sure. Why not,” Malerie shrugged her shoulders and accepted Bella’s offer.
They walked the short distance to Bella’s house and when they went inside, Malerie gasped. The house was beautiful.
“Let me show you my room,” Bella said, grabbing Malerie by the wrist and leading her upstairs.
When she opened the door to her bedroom, Malerie took one look and turned to run away. Bella’s grip was too stong. The room was full of torture tools, and pictures of serial killers lined the walls. Bella pushed Malerie in.
“Don’t worry,” she growled. “It’ll only hurt for a second.”
Meanwhile, Malerie’s roommate Tara was getting impatient. She shook her head nervously. Where was Malerie? She was supposed to be at home a few hours ago. She was so worried that she was tempted to contact the police. However, she couldn’t report Malerie as a missing person. She hadn’t been gone for 24 hours.
To allay her fears, Tara decided to pay a visit to her neighbor, Dameon. She walked across the street and knocked on his door.
Dameon opened the door and furrowed his eyebrows. “Tara? What are you doing here?”
“Malerie’s been missing for a few hours. Will you help me find her?”
Dameon’s tight black shirt clung to his chest, exposing the six pack beneath it.
“I can’t help you.” He answered, sympathy in his dark chocolate eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Fine.” Tara sighed. “I’ll look for her myself.”
She turned to leave but then she felt a firm hand on her shoulder.
“I’ll help you.”
Bella got out of the shower. The bathroom was full of steam. She wiped the mirror and stared at her reflection as she wrapped the towel around herself.
“You are beautiful,” she said.
She took of her towel, and clawed at her skin.
“You are beautiful,” She repeated. She began to chant it. She ripped off her own skin and walked into her bedroom. She put on Malerie’s skin and took a deep breath.
“Beautiful,” she sighed.
Tara had figured out Bella’s secret. She had peeked in Bella’s window and saw her put on Malerie’s skin.
In disgust, she pulled away. Dameon gave her a look and said, “What?”
“Alright. Are we done?”
“No. Stay right here. I’ll be right back.” Tara said and walked up the porch steps to Bella’s house. She knocked.
Bella opened the door seconds later. She smiled and said, “Come in!”
Tara stepped in and pinned Bella against the wall. “You monster! You killed my sister!”
Bella grasped Tara’s wrist and whirled around, turning the tables on Tara. “You better back off. Don’t tell anyone. Or I will end you,” she hissed.
“Why don’t you take me to your room,” said Tara. “Get it over with.”
“Sure,” Bella smiled.
As soon as they entered the torture room, Tara wrenched free of Bella’s clutches and grabbed a knife. Turning swiftly, she stabbed Bella in the heart with it. Blood seeped through Bella’s clothes. She fell to her knees, then hit floor face-first and lay there motionless.
Tara dropped the bloody knife from her shaking hands. She turned around to leave, when suddenly, she was tackled from behind.
“How dare you try to kill me!” Bella screamed, picking up the knife and cutting Tara’s throat.
Dameon watched the scene play out. He ran away, thinking, I’m not going to die.
A few weeks later, Dameon walked into his bedroom and found Tara’s dead carcass laying on his bed. He screamed.
Bella appeared from inside the closet and smiled.
“I leave no survivors,” she said.
(MegIz says: Hey Guys! Another story! Hope you like it :) Sorry it was too long. And stupid.)