𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕

𝕀 - 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕠𝕞

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C̶i̶g̶a̶r̶e̶t̶t̶e̶s̶

L̶i̶g̶h̶t̶e̶r̶
R̶o̶p̶e̶
Alchohol
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I strool around the store a bit more, desperatelly searching for the alchohol aille. As i cling harder onto the cart looking at the shopping list, I question my intentions again.

'Is it worth it? Is it the right thing to do? Am I really going to-'

I look up, just realizing i dazed away. My heavy daydreaming really is getting the better of me theese few days...I turn left, only to see shelf packed with the magic drinks.

'Oh! There. I just hope It's not some cheep bouze.'

I thought as I was choosing the bottles.
'Whiskey? Hah, not bad. Guess It's worth 200 bucks scince it's a celebration, is it not?'

I take the most expensive bottle and I continue on to the counter.

I push my cart, even tho it only has a few things in it so its half empty. Or, half full.
The store really is creepy this late at night. No one is here exept me...

The music is also quiet, can't even hear the song. The wheel on the cart is louder than my thoughts.
I don't like the way it screeches as I push it into the floor, harder and harder.
I drive up to the counter and I start getting my stuff out.

'Oh, this girl ain't stupid, she knows what's up..act natural!'

I whisper in my thoughts, avoiding eye contact with the cashier as much as possible.
I look down at my wallet searching for money, only to catch the sight of her name tag. "Petra".

'How fucking nostalgic. Would you look at that universe...'

"That'll be 228,82$."

'Oh God! She even has the same voice as her. And the hair...oh my-'

Without saying anything, i hand her the 300$.

"Keep the change."

'It's not my money anyway...'
I whisper to myself and take the plastic bags in both my hands.

"Thank you! So much!"

I don't even look at my "friend" Petra over there, and I walk out.

*time skip*

I walk to the house, entering as always, but locking the door this time. It kind of felt heavier?
I mean, I expected locking the chapter of my life would feel heavy but this? Why was my soul...sinking?

"Syndonia! You're back? Where even were you??"

Orion whispers as he glances at my bag.

"What's all that?"

"SHH!! CAN'T YOU SHUT IT A LITTLE!?"

I, still whispering, cover his mouth with my hand, holding back from slapping him. I hated him. I really did. What a ignorant little brat to even think of calling a brother.

"I'm gonna go wake mom and dad up!"

"Orion."

"You can't stop me! You know they're gonna be really mad! Where even were you!!??"

"Get out."

"What!? This isn't your room!! What's wrong with you...thinking you could boss me aro-"

"Get out of the house, and run. Run away NOW.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! NO!! I'M TELLING MOM!"

As I said, I've hated him, but still, I had some heart left in me. I kneeled down, and looked at him, piercing thru his crystal blue eyes. He looked like his mother a lot you know...

"Listen here you little shit, GET. OUT. Before I invert your rib cage. RUN."

I see tears starting to form in them, now looking more like two infinant oceans. I see his words trying the swim out but he says nothing. Speechless. I open the looked door and push him outside, locking them again. Three times.

"SYNDONIA!!!"

He starts banging on the door wheeping.
I heared his screams outside. Please tell me it woun't be enough to wake Mother and Father...

"Orion, we talked about this. You can't stop me. Now get out of here!"

I quickly, yet quetlly walk up the stairs to my room.
Like a bird, flying to it's nest, only to settle in and destroy it's own life.

I open the bags, and imediatelly light a cigg. Orion screams were so unbearable...I'm glad I did that.

I hold the cigarette in my mouth while trying to open the bottle with my hands.
I manage to open the alchohol.

'My-! That smells just, amaizing!'

I than take the rope, and tieing the standard knot. Over, under, outside, inside. Repeat.
As I tie about four double ones, i decide it's enough.

I throw the rope out the window, tieing an end to my closet and bed.
'There! Should be enough...'

I take the expensive bottle of whiskey and pour it all over my room.

'Here! Now, be greatful! This was 200$! It was my last gift for you, Mother!'

I glance at my cigarette, wich was almost gone, and I throw it.

I quickly cling on to the rope and, looking one last time at my room, I jump out.

I jump before being too close to the ground, falling on my hands and knees. My right knee starts bleeding, but all I can feel is my heart shattering.

I look at my, now green from the grass hands and broused kneez. My head aches as I start to feel dizzy. My vision starts going blurry, and the taste of bloddy metal appears in my mouth, but I start running.
I got up, and ran and ran and never looked back.

I could only see my dark shadow infront of me, that was created by the light fire was reflecting. No screams. At least they died peacfully, in sleep. I hope.
Not.

"ORION!?"

I start panicking. I look around, but I can't find him. As I get furder and furder away from the house, I see the flames getting bigger, eating it whole.
What have I done...I, I killed someone!

"Pfft...hah!"

'Unbelivable.'

"IT'S NOT OVER, IT'S JUST THE BEGGINING!"

I can smell the smoke from the fire even here. How majestic.

I was born into this pathetic world for what? Massive murder? To be a psychopath? A criminal?

No.

I was born to live a normal life, in a loving family, to bring children to this world and exist in peace,

but I'm still alive, because I am meant to be a saveior.

I don't feel guilt. Or greif...I feel

Freedom.