Charles Hensley, a businessman who runs a very successful chain of car repair shops. An ambitious man who wants to become governor, it's been his dream since childhood and now with a little hard work, it might become a reality.
He's a hard-working 63 year old man, with piercing green eyes and black hair with natural gray highlights.He was well known for his good looks and toned body during his younger years, girls would fawn over him and he was admittedly quite the lady's man but he found his lifelong partner in Emily, a ballerina with golden blond hair.A girl who danced like an Angel, smiling brightly as she twirls around the stage, lifting her arms to the spotlight as though she were holding the sun.He fell in love with her at first sight, he couldn't think of anything else, it was like she was doing pirouettes on his brain. He dreamt of her, went to all her shows, watched her diligently every chance he got.He finally got the chance to meet her when he bumped into her on his way to class. Her hair was bouncy, curling on her shoulders, and smelt like roses"I'm sorry" she apologized bending down to pick up the books she had dropped.He immediately bent down to help her. Picking up a large book with a thick brown cover and the title written in gold"Romeo and Juliet" he read out loud and the embarrassed girl graded the book from his hand, her face glowed a light pink."Thank you" she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Wait, don't I know you?"Her question shocked and scared young Charles, did she notice that he had been watching her, did she somehow find out that he had constant dreams about her dancing on water like a beautiful waterlily"You come to my shows don't you" she smiled "I always see you, watching with this serious blank expression on your face" she chuckledHer laugh was like a gift from the heavens, like the sound of glorious angels."I'm Emily" she stretched out her handI know "I'm Charles" he shook her hand "Well Charles, I guess I'll see you around" She smiled, waving goodbye as she ran off to class.Now he can testify, that he has met an Angel and survived."We're here" Eric wakes him back to reality.He is parked in front of one of his many Car Repair shops. The name Charles Car Repairs written in bold red, white, and blue on top of what seems to be a massive garage. This was Charles's home away from home, the busy environment and greasy air had a strange way of calming him down."Mr. Charles, they're in the waiting room"alas, his home away from home has been invaded and infested by pests. Evil little insects that wear black suits usually found carrying around notepads and cameras. Green-eyed monsters always looking for something to pin against you.I guess that's just a dramatic way to say he hates the press.Charles hates the press from the deepest depths of his soul, they claim that they're here to interview him and ask questions about his business but they're just looking for something to pin against him, just so they can have something interesting to write in their next article.He was well prepared for any questions they were gonna throw his way. He has done his homework and isn't going to be one of those politicians found looking like an absolute dumbass on tv."Mr. Charles, it's such an honor to finally meet you" A tall lady with a slim figure and high cheekbones stands up to greet him as he walks towards her"the pleasure is all mine" he had his practiced smile plastered on his face and he firmly shook her hand.Emily had now become a great friend of Charles, a friend who he dreamt of and had fantasies about."Charles" she pokes him with a pencil getting his attention "Be present," she says firmly.he had gotten lost in her ocean-blue eyes and lost track of what she was saying"I'm sorry, what were you saying"she sighed shaking her head, the wind carried the scent of her strawberry shampoo and slaps his face with it"your mind is always elsewhere these days" she looked up at him with a dissatisfied expression "Charles...be honest with me"what does she wanna know?does she know I love her?did she somehow find out that I have been having constant dreams of her?"Are you seeing someone?" she asked bringing him back to reality."what? no" he denies, surprised and relieved."is it still in the crush stage? is it someone I know?"she kept bothering him with questions about the girlfriend she imagined he had, but now he has to answer a different set of irritating questions"so what are your plans for the company when you become governor," The reporter asks"As we all know becoming governor is not a money-making opportunity, and in no way do I wish to exploit the people by living off their taxes, so I'm going to keep my business and my lively hood off it" A read straight from a script written by someone in the communications department"Wow sir, men like you really give other politicians something to look up to. Thank you for being at our show" she says rapping everything up"Thank you for having me" That is something he has to say,the lights go off and so do the cameras. he sighs in relief"it's finally over" he mumbles under his breath."you were wonderful Mr. Hensley," the reporter says, taking his hand in yet another firm handshake."so were you" he fakes a smile, keeping up his personashe laughs in response "maybe we can do another interview after you win the election" she laughs so loud, mouth wide open you can see all 32 teeth in her mouth, she throws are self back like she could trip and fall over if she laughs too muchit was irritatingwhy couldn't everyone be as delicate and elegant as his precious wife Emily? A woman with the laugh of an Angel.Isolation is the worst type of torture. You're consistently hunted by your own thoughts and your mind becomes your worst enemy. Emily is experiencing just that, with Millie calling her name day in and day out, planting seeds in her head that will soon grow into a tree bearing fruits of madness. she speaks about how the drug has been blocking her eyes, blurring her vision that she couldn't see what was right in front of her. She said the pills stopped her from speaking out about the way she was treated, that it held her vocal cords and damaged her thinking. really? would Charles do this to her? Would he drug her to stop her from speaking out? it all sounds ridiculous but at the same time it makes sense"He's seeing other women," Millie says in a whisper as if she is scared of other people hearing. "What?" "He brings them to the house, that's why he locks his door, that's why you found that shirt..." She accuses before getting cut off"shut-up" Emily roars, screaming as loud as h
Angels aren't easy to find, but somehow Charles found Emily, he's very own dancing Angel. He watched Silently from just outside the dance studio, she lifts her leg high above her head, if they were any longer they'd touch the ceiling. He observed her every move, the way she hummed the song as she danced, the way her hips swayed to the rhythm, her snotty laugh every time she made a mistake, her satisfied smile every time she got it right. "Charles?" she suddenly called out making his heart skip a beat "I know you're there," she giggled "come out"He stepped out of his hiding place, he's head looking down embarrassed "What are you doing watching from the corners like a creep" she placed both hands on her waist and shook her head "come inside" she invited him in with a warm smile, a smile warm enough to smile the sun as well as young Mr. Charles' heart. "I'm actually really glad you're here" she took him by the hand and pulled him into the studio "I need your help" "Whatever it is,
Have you ever thought about dying? Surely everyone has at least once or twice in their lives. If you were to die today how would you prefer to go? Maybe in the arms of a loved one, or looking back at old precious memories. Emily sits on the floor, numb from all the pain. She couldn't feel anything, both in her heart and in her head, nothing. It was absolutely quiet and so was the large luxurious prison. She has no one to hold and no beautiful memory to look back on as she contemplates death. A tear drops down her face, brushing pass her bruised cheeks, stinging her. She silently stands up, preparing for another one of her evening baths. SuicideWhat a strange and complicated word. In many religions Suicide is a sin, religious people would say it's because you can't take away your life since you didn't give yourself life, but maybe it's because even the gods know how terrible life is and how fast everyone would leave if given a chance. The tud is filled with warm water, she swe
She sighs, relieved he's finally gone. If not for him she'd be dead by now, she isn't sure if she should be happy he saved her life, or angry he's the reason she wanted to end it in the first place. The hospital isn't all that terrible, white walls and sky blue bed sheets strangely put her at ease. She is completely alone, for the first time in weeks. No voices in her head, no screaming husband, nothing. Just her alone in the deafening silences she thought she hated so much, but has now grown accustom too. The nurses were here a few moments ago, asking her how she got so many bruises and why she didn't visit the hospital sooner. She just rolled her eyes at them and refused to answer any of their questions. What is going on in her home is none of their business, they should just do their job and shut up. The food here is terrible, she would throw them in the trash if given the chance, but the nurses always watch her and won't leave her alone until she's eaten every last bite. It w
She's probably about 5'3 staring into Charles's eyes with no fear. He glares, she glares right back. Finally, he gave up. "Okay, please continue" he sighs, sitting down crossing one leg over the other "I'll just go straight to the point" she also takes her sit, observing his arrogant sitting position before rolling her eyes "We have reason to believe your wife is in need of medical attention, the type WE can't provide" "I don't understand" he says sitting up straight "what do you mean?" "I believe Mrs. Emily might be showing signs of schizophrenia" she places both elbows on the table to show the seriousness of the issue "but I think you should consult a psychologist to be absolutely sure" He just rolls his eyes, he didn't come here to hear something he already knew. " This may have been caused by drug abuse, stress, neglect, depression or it may just be genetics" she rests back on her chair "but we both know that's not the case" she eyes Charles "What are you implying" he raise
stomach cries out begging her to eat something. "What us wrong with you" millie says out of nowhere "you're gonna stave yourself just cause you're mad?" "I am, I am VERY MAD. I'm so mad I'm hearing voices in my head" she pulls her hair. "You know other people would've accepted me by now, but no....." she stretches the no "you just have to be so fucking slow" "I can't trust you" "I'm YOU, who the fuck else are you gonna trust if you can't trust yourself" millie argues "I just want what's best for you, what's best for us" Emily glances at her reflection in the mirror "Let me help you, cause you know you can't do it on your own. Now you get to do it with me" she places her hand on the mirror "trust me...please" For the first time ever, Millie sounded desperate, like she honestly just wants to help, like she really knew how to save her...to save them. She makes it sound like they're a team. Like she's no longer alone, but she doesn't know if she can trust her...even if she is her
Charles was shocked, he still can't believe Emily, HIS Emily, would refuse something he offered her. He's frozen on his seat. He doesn't move a muscle as his food gets colder and colder. He flung the dish to the floor, staining the wall with cold sauce. "Fine, fucking die for all I care" He yells at the top of his voice "you hear me Emily, DIE!!!" He storms out the the house, shutting the door behind him. She slowly unlocks her room door, opening the door just wide enough for her head to fit through, looking from side to side, making sure it was safe to come out. "He's gone" she sighs in relief. She walks to the basement, where she spends most of her time. She used to dance, and twirl, and try to recall a past that has long been forgotten. As she stood in front of her old dusty trophy case, she sighs. Touching the glass, making her palm dirty. She slowly walks to the back of the large cabinet and pushes it. As she pushes, she remembers the promise she made to her husband- 'to
She sits silently in her room, she listens carefully to the screams and wails of her husband as he breaks everything in his sight. She let's out a heavy sigh, this isn't the first time his done something like this, and it definitely won't be the last. He's just as crazy and as she was. No, he was crazier. Imagine, she used to look up to him as the wiser one, the normal one, the stable one. But he's just like her. "Crazy man, Mad woman. You guys are a match made in heaven" Millie comments "We're a match alright" She replies with a chuckle "but we're definitely not made in heaven" He screams louder and breaks everything in sight. He can feel himself losing control. Losing control of him temper, his emotions, and his wife. He let's out one last scream and starts panting heavily. He looks around, observing his environment. He is surrounded by broken glass, broken picture frames, what remains of his phones and the broken ballerina trophies. He picks one up from the floor, his hands