Prisoners of Sin: A Dreamer's Lie

Fragments scattered about

  Everything will be okay. She said that everything will be okay. Everyone will be fine. She said that I have no reason to worry. But I can't help but worry. I'm the one who's doing all of this. I can't stop.

  Perhaps I should stop. But if I don't feel guilty, then I don't need to stop. And yet I'm hurting people.

  Well, people is a loose term. They're not people. Not anymore. Not when I'm done with them.

  Haha, it's actually pretty fun. I love watching them scream. But I always wake up with a headache the next day. I never knew people screaming in my dreams would give me a headache. You learn something new every day, I guess.

  Watching them struggle is the best part. Knowing that I'm lying and they're believing me makes me so happy.

  I saw someone again today. I'm getting tired of it all. I'm so bored. I wish I could do something else.

  But I can't, you see. I'm cursed to continue until there's no one left. Belle ordered it of me. And I said I would listen to her. I can't refuse to do as she orders.

  Belle is nice to me....when she wants something. And she doesn't always want things. I don't know what I prefer, the Belle who wants things, or the one who's cold to me. Maybe I hate them both. Or maybe I like them both. I can't tell.

  Another day passes, and I'm awake. My head hurts. I need medicine. But if I ask for some, I'll be questioned. I don't want that. All I want is some bloody medicine. Why is that so hard? Is it too much to ask for? Am I that terrible of a person? Does Belle hate me that much?

  I don't know. I never do. Though, I've never needed to pay attention to a lot of things. I'd rather move on with my day.

  Everything hurts. My bones, joints, muscles, everything. I want to curl up and sleep. I can't sleep. Everything hurts. Because everything hurts, I want to sleep, but I can't sleep because everything hurts. Life's not fair to me or anyone else.

  Fleur's face when I killed her was funny. Meina's was even funnier. It was like slicing into my own skin with a thorn. Haha......I wanted to kill then so badly. And I did.

  I was begged not to. Begged. Like they were an animal. The flowers still shot out of their mouths like it was nothing. And the next person will be even funnier. I know what I have to do. Belle tells me all the time. But I don't want to. Maybe it's because I know the next person.

  It's beginning to get easier. Not the actual killing, I've always been able to do that. No, the way I kill then gets easier. All I have to do is flick my wrist and they're dead. It's beautiful. I barely have to do anything. But I do have to slip them the seed. That is what does all the work.

  Belle has been demanding more from me. She's never satisfied with what I have done. I think she's jealous. After all, I'm the best person she's helped. Everyone else didn't do much. I've done the most work. And it's exhausting. I want to die or give up.

  Do this, do that. It's never enough. Never enough for her. Just give me a break. I can do it, but I need a break. Gods, I'm so tired. Nothing helps. I've even begun killing more people so I can get a break. Nothing.

  She's persistent. I hate her. But she's helpful. I'd rather not kill him. He's means so much to me. But this new girl...I wouldn't mind. She's a threat to me. She's dangerous to us all.

  Maybe it's best. After all, I need a break. I'm so tired. Belle, give me a break...please.