Loving You With Blood

Chapter 3

~They say sleep for energy, but then why do we wake up more tired~

E L L O R A

It's been a whole two weeks where I've woken up, showered, eat, lay in bed until night time, eat again, then sleep.

But today was different. I woke up to my door opened and Giovanna entering.

"Sup bitch," I greet, my face smothered in the pillow. At least they gave me a bed- no bitch, they kidnapped you.

"Get ready, there'll be an outfit ready for you after your shower," she informs me, then leaves again.

Fucking kill me right now, I wasn't ready to wake up.

Today's August 10th, the day I killed my first victim. I was 7 and was forced to slit my child best friends throat while my parents just watched.

I groan into my pillow then push myself off the luxurious mattress then I open the curtains. I allow the sun rays shine and reflect off the glass vases, beaming on me as they reflect. I swear I've gotten more tan-

I enter the marble bathroom and do my business on the toilet. I still don't know why they're getting me clothes because I already have a full closet, literally. They bought lots of clothes for me as an 'apology'.

After, I take a shower then wash my face. The products I've been using is the best. It leaves my skin glowing and radiating.

"Well fuck you," I mutter to myself as I look at my face. It looks so colorful but I feel drained. It's like a mosquito is sucking away my emotions, piece by piece.

I was about to brush my hair, but then I remembered my clothes so I go out of my room in a towel.

There's a nice black lace top, black lady dress pants, black blazer, and black heels. Oh shit- are we going to a funeral?

I just decide to grab the clothes then bring it into the bathroom with me wear I change into black lace undergarments.

I quickly slip on the lace top, then pull the pants on me. It fits perfectly.

I hurriedly strap the heels on then neatly let the blazer hang so I can do my makeup.

I do a quick look where I swipe red lipstick on my plump lips. I pucker them, trying to satisfy myself with my looks, but nothing.

I ignore my thoughts as I carefully put on winged eye liner and mascara. I dab some concealer under my eyes, and that's it. I'm not a fan of a full face, only on special occasions.

Before I leave, I ruffle my hair, letting it have a mind of its own, then slipping the blazer over my shoulders.

My heels click on the marble floor as two guards follow behind me. I keep my face blank because I'm feeling blank.

I don't know if anyone heard me screaming last night due to my nightmare that I've been living over the years on the exact same date.

The same child's face, event, blood on my hands, the emotions replayed, and I had the same reaction I've had over the years.