Before I Fall

Chapter Fifty-two

Another day had come and gone and Morgan was consumed by something else after waking up from a nap. She was not herself. In fact, she didn't even acknowledge the servants when they carted in her food and drink, what was the point anyway? One way or another, they would find a way to use her misfortune to their advantage so they could gain favour from Mignon. She didn't make eye contact with the girls either when they cleaned her room. There really was something different happening inside her, her healing had accelerated and she could feel her full strength returning. Her mind was stuck in a loop, stuck in a time when she was really happy with Tarek and she was on stage twirling in a tutu. Yes, that was her safe space, that brought her peace. If she was in there all the time then she wouldn't feel anything out here in the present.

The hours passed by until the Summer's Eve Gala descended on the castle, it was mere hours away. Morgan remained glued to her bay window to watch the twinkling lights of the the city on a gloomy day. It truly was something to behold. She took notice of everyone going about their daily lives, the luxurious cars passing by and the different technologies being launched on digital screens all over town that she'd surely love to have. Tomorrow night, she'd finally leave her room and stretch her legs the way she wanted. She was no longer anxious to see anyone, if fact she'd love to steal some dark crystals and get her ass out of the Underworld as quickly as she could. Everyone else could rot down here for all she cared, she had a beautiful home waiting for her on Earth and that was where she wanted to spend the rest of her days unbothered. She wanted to live the fantasy she'd dreamed of and nothing was going to stop her.

Something was wrong. Morgan had never felt this way before. She wanted to hide away, yet she wanted to make everything burn to the ground. The need to feel blood on her hands was overwhelming and her palms literally itched to slice someone's neck open and she knew who she wanted to kill right away. Mignon. Before the servants cleaned up the glass from her broken bottle, Morgan had managed to pilfer a piece which she intended to use to slit her wrists and call it a day. However, Morgan got her proof that she was changing when one of the servants, Rona, approached her as she sat with arms hugging her knees close to her chest as she overlooked the city. Nighttime was coming and she was all caught up in her memories with Tarek, they were home and they were happy, just like she longed to be in that moment. Morgan knew the young girl was just coming to check on her injuries to see if there were healing properly, but at that second, the rage Morgan felt when Rona tapped her shoulder to get her attention was indescribable. The shard of glass that she had been playing with all day was settled right between her fingertips and Morgan spun around quickly then swung her arm with such force that the glass cut Rona's throat with such precision that even Morgan was impressed by her technique.

The surprised look in the young girl's eyes didn't move Morgan. She felt indifferent, unsympathetic, unfeeling as she watched the servant begin crumbling to the floor in front of her, grasping at her throat. The choking sounds she made was like music to Morgan's ears and she which she could rewind it over and over again. The spurting blood from Rona felt warmer than she expected and Morgan found herself extending a hand out to Rona to touch her open wound and brought her bloodied hand before her eyes to observe the red liquid. The Princess finally came back to her senses when she found herself desperately licking a bloody finger as if she hadn't eaten a few hours ago.

"Jesus Christ!" Morgan whispered in terror as she looked at her nearly clean finger with wide frightful eyes and tasted the blood in her mouth.

By this time, the poor servant drew her last breath and went still on the floor, Morgan's eyes flew to her. What have I done?! Again that question plagued her and the instantaneous image of dead Tarek and his lover came to mind. She had done it again. She had killed without remorse. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as the gravity of what she had done hit her like a fast train. There was no going back from this, there was no redemption for her. She had become the very thing she'd hoped she'd never be, now she was no different from Mignon or any other demon. The bone chilling scream from her doorway alerted Morgan that she had another guest, Valeria. Their frightened gaze connected and Morgan attempted to stand up and explain what happened and apologize, but the petrified girl slammed her back against the bedroom door as she sought the handle and pulled it.