"My MaRiLyn..."

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"Timothy?" I hear Ciara call my name from downstairs but I don't answer her.

Why is she here anyway despite me calling her telling her I killed Marilyn. I mean that's something huge to confess so I guess she had to come here.

"Timothy where are you?" She calls out again but I don't respond.

I'm here sleeping next to My Marilyn whom I've just murdered. I'm laying in her pool of blood singing her a song my mother used to sing for me when she once loved me.

Butterflies and nightflies
Beautifying our lives
People wanna know why its you that I chose to love
These butterflies and nightflies
You are the sunshine of my heart
You make me wanna fly,you brighten me up

"Timo-" Ciara bursts the door open but stops in her tracks by what she sees.

A live and dead body laying on the ground together. She falls on her knees terrified.

"Timothy? Wha-what did you do?" She asks me with tears rolling down her face now.

She gets up from the floor and looks confused by all the tools that I have on the floor and in the tub. Blood is everywhere on the floor and what saddens her is seeing me laying in a pool of blood looking like my soul just left my body.

I'm traumatized by my own sins.

She walks up to me and helps me sit up straight. I can't look her in the eyes,I'm ashamed of who I am. I am ashamed of what I am. Tears just roll down my face.

Ciara cups my cheeks and makes me look at her,

"Timothy,I'm here now. It's all going to be alright, I'm here" she tells me and she kisses my forehead. I'm beloved.

"Tell me what happened here. Why-what did she do to deserve this cruelty?"

"She didn't love me..." I reply with a low and saddened tone of voice.

"Aw,Timothy. I love you," she tells me with her eyes piercing through my soul with sincerity.

"You love me even after this?" I ask her and she doesn't reply.

She doesn't know what to say. I remove her hands from my face annoyed. She is lying to me.

"You're a liar,you don't love me," I tell her and she takes a sit on the edge of the tub.

She looks at me as she wipes her tears and lightly smiles.

"Do you have a sack I help you pack these equipments?"

I look at her confused.

"I don't understand. Listen Ciara,I don't want to involve you in any of this drama. I beg you,refrain," I plead with her and she rolls her eyes at me and begins to pick up the knives, drill, scissors and everything that could kill a person.

"What if they find your fingerprints?"

"We go to prison together and if I come out faster than you,I'll wait for you," she says casually as though this situation I'm putting her in Is something easy.

She puts the things in a black plastic bag and ties it up.

"Get up,I want to put the body in the tub," she says and I comply.

I stand by the door watching her drag Marilyns body in the tub. She grabs the bloody towels and covers the body.

"I'll fix this for you...for us," she says looking at me with assurance.

I nod affirming.

She then gestures me to look at the mirror I had forgotten I broke which is now fixed.

"How?" I ask referring to the perfectly made mirror on the wall.

"I fixed the mirror for you so it'll be easy to fix this bullshit of a situation we're going through," she says and walks out of the bathroom.

Where to? And she said we. She is considering me as a part of her life now. She is a Queen looking out for her King. I guess we're starting a Kingdom.