ASHLEE-ELIDETH MISSION IS TAKING ITS COURSE BUT NOBODY SAID SAVING FREDDIE MERCURY WAS GOING TO BE AN EASY TASK. WOULD YOU LIKE READ ON HER ADVENTURES?
She had a magnificent colour in her cheeks after our fight and the mark of my heel adorned her slender neck. She was still a fucking goddess with her messy and electrified blonde hair on her face.
She had come to kill me and I didn't know how I didn't lay dead over the floor. Imagining my suicide had been a recurrent thought in my childhood and teenager days.
The first time I wanted to commit suicide was with 8 years old. I had a lot of scars for such a young body and I started to breath the gas some seconds but I couldn't go on. I figured out I would never got the courage to undertake it. Then the piano came along to my life and, in a way, saved me.
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But as I was growing older, my suicidal fantasies turned into fantasies about my possible murder. Someone could do such a dirty job for me and finish it all.
When Black grabbed my throat so fiercely, I didn't struggle so hard as I could be. I was letting her doing till her clear eyes suddenly changed. They didn't give off revengeful flames, they were some ashamed and regretful little child's eyes and let go the belt that was strangling me.
Yes, I'm the first one to accept this time I crossed the line and how. I know killing Freddie's cat was such a serious fault as though I would cut his balls while he was sleeping. But I didn't regret my decision. I would do it again.
- Where are you going? Get away the door. You're getting out when I want to.
Black searched the door to run away from this madness. Freddie despised her and that was such a triumph that it had repaired my bitterness taste. Now we were playing equally though hesitating every next step. It was a good reset. All was about to start over. I was leading the game right now.
- You can't come here as you did, exactly like a monster thirsty of blood and then leaving me like this, don't you think?
I grabbed her hand as though she was a little girl with my hand and led her into the kitchen forcing her to take a seat. She looked up to me and her upright neck with my wound stir me up again. So pleasantly.
- Let's have some coffee with some drops of something and get ready a dignified negotiation.
- I don't want negotiate with you. I'm asking you please to come back to 2020. You've lost.
I turned around winking at her while I got ready the coffee set. Yes, surely I had lost and the feeling was familiar. I had bruised my knees more than once in my life and had been healed.
I remembered once when I was getting out a particularly well paid job. I've always had a business woman mind. When I had an important money injection I didn't waste it like mad. I knew quite well what it was not make ends meet.
That night, however, I had thought about an amazing white satin fabric to design one of those dresses of mine. At this stage all my clothes were designed by me.
