Head High

A Game of Villains.

Monday, 1 February 2021
(w/ shorts of "Pieces of Me", chapter "Villain." - 12/01/2019)

One life is a book, or three.
Inside the book exist other characters and they all have their own book.
They write their stories the same way you do, in their perspective.

What happens when you accidentally find your story written through your villain's eyes?

You have been mine since I was a little girl, and now I have learnt, I too am yours.
One of them, from what I read.

I wish I hadn't.

You broke me in so many pieces that I'm still picking them all up.
You were supposed to protect me more than anyone but you have only put me in danger.
You were the first person to shatter my heart.

"All the bad things you've done, the people you've hurt and the marks you've left in me."

You are my villain, and yet I love you.

Funny enough, I am one of the many villains you have acquired in your, very unfortunate, royal life.

I am your villain, and yet you don't love me.

You are a princess, you love yourself, and that's all that matters to you.
It needs to be you above your parents and boyfriends, above your kids, above all else.

In the story written by you, we are the ones that ruined you, we made you this way. It's our fault.

Of course, you can never be the villain in your own story. Not when all you see is what you wanna see.
Or maybe you do see it, you just don't care.

"Everything is your fault and you don't even feel guilty.
Or worse, maybe you don't even know. Can someone actually be that sick?"

And yet I am the one to blame for your unhappiness. I failed you.

I want to forget I ever read your story.
I want to believe you when you call me angel.
I want ask you if you think I'm pretty because I want to hear you lie.
I want to go back to pretending I believe in your white lies just so we don't fight.
I want to keep you far from me but still in my life, just as we were.
I don't think I can anymore.

Because the one lie I still believed is the only truth I wanted to hear.

Never in a million years I would think my lying princess would break my heart with the truth.
But she did, with a mere notebook.

Despite what you wrote, I believe you love me, in your own twisted way, because this story was yours before it was ever mine, you created me.

And in the end all that's all we are, stories with different points of view.

"Poor little sick princess,
It doesn't matter anymore, it won't change anything.
You may be the poor little princess of your story, but you always be the the sick villain in mine."

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You shouldn't leave your story anywhere, someone might read it.