Her

[7]

"Kill me" she breathed, it was barely audible but she knew he heard her based on the disorientated look that flooded his face. 

She turned to face him, her dark wavy mess of hair cascading down her shoulders covering the black web of torturous veins crawling across her ever greying skin, "kill me" she repeated slightly louder growing in a false sense of confidence.

 His beautiful brown eyes stared into hers and her diseased soul, his soft lips slowly parted in his confusion and without realising, he both slowly and nervously ran his hand through his blonde hair. 

The tall boy tried to disguise it but his voice shook in fear as he spoke "w-what do you mean?" 

She glared at him in frustration, she could feel the virus eating at her brain, taunting her, making her go crazy.

 "what do you think I mean" she shouted, storming towards him, closing whatever distance there was between them, "Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. KILL ME!" She screamed pushing him against the wall as if he were simply a rag doll. 

He just stared at her in shock, praying this was a nightmare disguised as reality, before whispering "no." 

She flinched at that word as if he had betrayed her. 

And he had. 

If he was ever her friend he would have killed her then and there.

Only then did he break. 

Shoving her away from him causing her to stumble backwards. "We need you. How are we going to take them down without you? How are we going to save everyone without you?" He spat.

 "Well I'm tired!" she cried, whatever anger had possessed her before died, replaced by an eternal sadness.

 "I'm tired of being the hero. I'm tired of sacrificing the people I care about to save the world. Why can't I be the villain? Why can't I sacrifice the world to save the ones I care about? Why won't you let me die whilst I'm still me" 

The desperation in her voice broke his heart.

 "I won't...I can't." He pleaded.

 "But why?" She shakily took in a deep breath, searching for any courage she had left, there was nothing there but madness. 

It was too late for her.

 "Why do you hate me?" She turned away from him praying he wouldn't see the distressed look she couldn't wipe away but he saw anyway.

 "Hate you?" He laughed despite the tears forming in his hazel eyes, "How can I hate you when I was made to love you?" 

She froze. And even though her heart screamed 'no!' she knew what she had to do. 

It was time to be the villain.

 "Kill me or I swear I will kill you." 

She turned back around to face him refusing to meet his eyes, knowing they would destroy whatever it was clouding her judgement. 

She had to do this, she didn't have a choice. 

He was too distracted to notice the shine of the sharp metal dagger emerge from her pocket. She held the knife with every ounce of guilt and regret she had till her knuckles inevitably turned white, she pointed it at him.

 "What do you mean?" The hesitation in his was the confirmation she needed. She lunged towards him, slicing at the air as she ran. 

He ducked, the knife narrowly missing his golden hair but she didn't stop. His hand curled into a fist, connecting with her nose causing black snakes to crawl down and stain her face. Whatever it was, it wasn't blood. 

Only then did he realise she was no longer the little fragile porcelain girl he used to know. 

Amidst her shock, he grabbed her arm before pushing her back towards the wall where they had previously stood. She found herself begging she was as strong as she was at the start. 

His face only inches from hers, too distracted by the butterflies in his stomach to notice her wincing in sudden pain, she didn't care.

 He gently pushed his lips against hers and she finally let herself melt against him.

 If the world wasn't ending, if she wasn't going crazy, if she wasn't dying they would have stayed like that forever. 

However, you can't run away from the truth. 

After only a few seconds she pulled away smiling softly, resting her forehead against his. 

"I love you too."

 A translucent bead slid down her cheek, she wasn't afraid of dying, she was afraid of who she might hurt and then one day WICKED made he realise there was no one left to hurt. She couldn't have been more wrong. 

But it was too late. 

Her vision started to spot and she began to slide down the rough brick wall causing him to take a step back. 

"I tried. I'm so-" she choked, blood filling in her mouth, dripping down her chin.

 It was only then he noticed the wrinkled leather handle sunk deep into her chest and the velvet substance merged with their silent tears pooling around them. And as she slipped into the dark and empty abyss, he sobbed. 

"No. NO! Don't leave me. Please. Please no."Rocking forwards and backwards, clutching her lifeless body he wished it was him instead.

 He wished she knew that the only story she could ever by the villain of was her own and even then, her heart would only be full of kindness.