Nothin' Worse Than The Devil

She's Mine

Its been three weeks now and she won't come out of her room. I've tried to give her space by being absent for a week, but it seems that wasn't enough. She hasn't showered the entire time i've been back and i'm starting to get worried. Depression. The 4th stage of grief. I had to do what I had to do. She's Mine. All. Mine.

He knocked on her door. No answer. He has had enough of her bullshit and grabbed the doorknob. Squeezing it tightly, he broke the doorknob and let himself in. Startled by his entry, she quickly sat up looking at him horrified.

"Get the hell out!" She yelled.

I noticed her eyes were red and puffy. I sighed looking at her. She looked so empty. I wasn't sorry for killing that.. asshole. He deserved it and she doesn't seem to see it. I walked over to the bathroom that was in her bedroom and opened the door. Turning on the shower, I walked back out and pointed at the bathroom. Her eyes softened. There she was, the girl I was searching for before I killed that man. She shook her head, pulling the covers over her head, laying back down. I clenched my fists, and stomped over to her. Before I pulled the covers off of her, I hesitated. Gentle. I told myself. The shape started whispering to me. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. I tried ignoring it, and forecfully but gently took the covers away from her. She sat up, tears forming in her eyes.

"You. Killed. Leo. Stop trying to act like a good guy and just leave." She said, choking back her tears.

The whispers got louder. I clenched my fists, trying to tune them out. Without warning her, I picked her up and she struggled against my grip.

"Let go of me you psycho!" She said, punching at your back.

I stood her up in the bathroom, and once again pointed at the shower. She looked at the shower and back at you. I shut the door, and held the doorknob. You felt the doorknob wiggle as she tried to get out. She let out a frustrated huff and stopped trying to pry the door open. I wasn't gonna let go of this door until she was done in the shower.

She finally gave in and got in the shower, washing away all the build up that had formed in her hair. Twenty minutes had went by and the shower finally turned off. I stepped out of her room so she could change and waited outside.

She opened her bedroom door, and stared up at you. You headed down stairs, hoping she would follow. Suprisngly she did. You went outside, holding the door open for her. Leading her into the woods you heard her breathing start to become unsteady, thinking she was probably about to get killed in the woods. After a few minutes of walking you reached a big patch of dirt in the ground. She immediately realized it was a grave. Stepping up to it, she felt at the ground. Closing her eyes, she stood back up. You watched in suprise as she spat on the grave.

"Piece of shit." She said aloud.

You looked down at her confused. Didn't she just tell me to leave an hour ago because of this? She noticed my confusion and sighed.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted. He deserved it, I just couldn't see it. Thank you." She looked up at you, giving you a half smile.

His fists unclenched and he let his shoulders rest. Acceptance. The last stage of grief.

She looked back down at the grave once more. "I don't know if I'll ever get used to this, but please don't kill in my house again. I don't know if I can deal with lying to another persons parents on where their child went."

He nodded and they headed back to the house.