𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

Chapter 11

TW: gore and death

RUE'S POV

I look at Silas. His face went paper white, eyes wide. I can see his blue eyes become glassy and I know his tongue has become far too tangled to talk.

So I let him process. But I started to get paranoid. What was he thinking? He should've known this would happen right? Right?

"Silas," I whisper cautiously. He quickly looks at me, fear written all over his face. I gasp.

"You killed her." He mutters in disbelief.

"Silas, please. I—"

"You killed her," He says louder.

"Rue you murdered her!"

I flinch at his tone. He had never raised his voice at me. "Silas please let me explain—"

"YOU THINK THIS IS REASONABLE?" He yells in shock.
"She threatened us, Silas. Didn't you see how she touched you, how she mocked me?" I yelled back. This time I felt tears run down my cheeks, my heart aching.

"The night I met you Silas you told me we had a lot in common. You said you were just like me!"

"I liked watching murder cases, hearing about them but not being the murderer, Rue you're sick."

These words cut through me like the knife I used to end Zale. I wanted to cry. Here was Silas yelling at me, telling me I was a monster.

It broke me.

"I thought you promised to help me." I cried. My head was starting to hurt. "Not like this." He whispered, running his fingers through his hair.

Silence again.

I fell to the floor, letting out sobs. I was drowning in my tears, washing my fears with it.
"I have to turn you in Rue."

Silence.
Silence.
Silence.

I was breaking. He was stomping on my broken pieces, oblitering it to mere dust. "No." I say in a hoarse voice.

I hear Silas take some steps towards the door. I lunge myself in front of him.

"No!" I yell. He flinched to a stop.
"Rue, move, please. I don't want to do this to you."

"I loved you so much. I killed for you, I would do anything for you—"

"You're crazy." Silas whispered.
"I love you Silas!" I screamed, tears falling onto my shirt. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you." I repeat these three words until I'm out of breath.

Tears also made their way down Silas' cheek. "A stupid fool, that's what I was!" He yelled. I cupped his face into my hands but he quickly slapped my hands away from him.

"Don't." He demanded. My heart was about to burst.

"Move. I won't repeat it again." Silas says in a low voice. I stay still. He wasn't going anywhere. I feel his hands grab my arms and push me aside. He runs outside and I follow after him.

I see him trying to open the door but it was useless. I made sure to lock it well before he went inside. Something inside me had a feeling this would happen.

Once he saw me he ran to the kitchen and grabbed his phone, calling 911.

I ran towards him, trying to grab the phone but he was hard to get to. "You leave me no choice." I say, warningly.

He starts giving the operator my address. Shit, I was too late.

I grab a kitchen knife and a pan. I wasn't sure if it was going to work but I throw it at him anyway, knocking him out. I walked up to him slowly. I had no mercy left.

I kneel down to where he was lying, his forehead covered in his red blood. I smile and pat his head as he whimpered in fear.

"You know what the best thing was?"
He didn't respond.
"When I killed Zale I felt nothing but euphoria."

I raised the the knife in the air and let it find its way into Silas' back. He started yelling in pain. I raised the knife again, and dug it in deep again and again and again.

His screams became into grunts. I aimed at his spine, leaving him paralyzed. And then I kissed him. I turned him around to look at me. I can see fear in him. I lower myself until my lips are next to his ear.

"I love you."

Tears ran down his cheeks and onto his hair.

And then it all went blank.

An hour later I snapped back to my reality, my red blissful world becoming grey. I held Silas in my arms, his body becoming colder and pale. I tried making him open his eyes but he wouldn't. I cried until I couldn't breathe.

I really was a monster.

When the police came I ran out the back door. But it was useless. I was running down the street, cop cars behind me, the colors red and blue from their sirens blinding me.

My cheek pressed against the rocky cement ground as they handcuffed me, my neighbors looking outside and gasping when they heard the news.

Soon my name would become known nationally. It would become damned. But no matter how many people would come to hate me, I hated myself the most.

I let the violent monster in me control me. I let myself be his puppet and for that I have to pay the price.

My name is Rue Marques. Rue as in the plant.

But Rue as in regret.
If I were to take this all back, I would.
But now, I'm the last one standing.