I Think You're The Devil

First Sight

Everything is red.

Like cool fire or soft passion. Intense but calm. Storms fluttering in my stomach.

Hands.

Gentle but firm, gliding across my body. I'm doing the same - feeling every inch of them. Warmth covers my front, but it's not as scorching as the tender lips caressing my own. Light shines upon me and my mysterious lover.

The scene shifts to crimson tablets spilling out of a vial.

Then the figure nibbles my lip.

A hand reaches for a peach from a branch, while they split another wide. A flower shrivels up. Blood explodes in a pool of water. My mouth skims over deep brown skin. More blood is being dragged through the liquid.

But details change. Then pale palms behold a projection of my screaming face. My partner tugs back.

Trapped.

My arms are moving, pushing against a pink wall.

Why am I trapped?

Smirking maroon lips replace it all. A black pupil fills the vision before my admirer is cringing in pain.

I'm pulling off her collar with red liquid dribbling down my chin.

Then scarlet fluids drips from a silver dagger.

It's speeding towards me.

It's gonna kill me.

I'm going to-

A girl gasps as her eyes bolt open.

The red haze vanishes. Harsh breaths counter the silence while blue orbs vaguely stare at the canopy above. Her frantic dreams have her chestnut locks strewn over the white pillows like she travelled through a winter storm.

'That was a crazy one.'

Pulling at her pyjama shirt, she rests a hand on her heart, noticing the slight increase to the typically slow pulse.

'That felt so... real? I don't know if I should thank the pills or cursing them. Maybe a bit of both.'

She sits up to scan her bedroom. Baby blue and white walls, bespoke furniture, and a bed much too large for her.

"Juliette!" a voice calls from beyond the oak door.

She buries her face in her hands.

"I'm up!"

"Hurry, darling! School starts soon!"

With a sigh, she throws off the blankets.

It takes a while to get ready for Juliette. Various clothes in different combinations - from bold to preposterous. Nothing ever feels right; everything is just a costume she can't quite adapt to.

'What was that Queen song? I think I have you beat, Mister Mercury.'

Eventually, she huffs and picks out whatever: a blue jumper, plaid skirt, a smart shirt underneath, and white Air Forces.

'Can never go wrong with a good pair of Nikes.'

Ten minutes by the mirror and she's struggling with her appearance.

'Up or down? A dash of makeup or be a plain Jane? Why is this so hard?'

She settles for tying her hair back before popping open a small, decorative capsule. Within are scarlet pills, which contents shiver with every movement. She watches it, brows furrowing, as she pops one in her mouth. When she looks at her reflection, she's visibly brighter in all but expression.