Yours Truly

Evil

It hurts. The flames are gradually reaching my heart. Day by day. Hour by hour. Minute by minute. Second by second.

The pressure of the world and all of its troubles set themselves on my shoulders. I grew accustomed to the pain, yet there was still a sense of hope that lingered in my mind. I will free myself like the bird whose tender wing droops from the huntsman.

The ticking sound of the clock in the room -which also hypnotised me- triggered my consciousness back to reality. Daydreaming was my form of escapism, detaching myself from my current reality. It was not at all bad, rather my flimsy outer layer was wearing itself down gradually due to prior extensive use.

The red cover of the book engulfed me, alongside the dancing words that proclaimed what eternal suffering must feel like, albeit we women grew accustomed to that. The fabric chair captured my attention. What was my purpose?

I think too much. That is both a blessing and a curse. To want too much is a curse that haunts you forever. To want too much has its consequences. Despair, that must be it.

A rather Wagnerian knock -again- brought my consciousness back to reality. Automatically, my body let out an involuntary sigh; my hatred for humanity only grows as days pass. I walked towards the wooden portal that barricaded my serene sanctuary to the riots outside. The icy handle awakens me as I touch it to turn the handle, revealing my vulnerability to the stranger on the other side.

....Oh..... it's her.

By her, I mean my current project partner. Her name must be Yvenne. I have nothing against her; she is as beautiful as an angel. She is what Thorndike must have meant by the Halo effect. You absolutely cannot think of her as evil. The evil angel sounds wrong, doesn't it? However, I have to foreground the fact that my intuition is never wrong. There is something beneath that facade of hers. The evil angel.

I step aside. "Come on in", with a slight smile plastered upon my face.

She casually walked in, slowly observing the new reality she just walked in. I rapidly shut the door to protect this sacred space from the evil forces outside. I turned around whilst the sun rays illuminated my artwork on the wall. Quite picturesque, shall I say.

"Would you like anything to drink Yvenne?". I tried to sound as friendly as possible.

"No thanks, I had some green tea on the way here," she said with an angelic smile sewn on her face.

God when does she stop smiling; what does she have to be so content with? Life is a tragedy and we are living in Shakespeare's Era. I reciprocated a smile whilst nodding towards the grey sofa. "Let's sit."

..............

"I guess you could say we are inherently evil. I mean most of the evidence suggests this." I persisted.

"I care to disagree, your honour, I truly believe all humans have a certain good in them that they encapsulate due to trauma" she said considerably as if hinting towards my freezing heart that was melting each second.

She loves cracking minuscule jokes like that: 'Your honour'. I may have slipped up and informed her of my former desire to become a judge; that was a mistake.

"Gosh Yvenne, you're so angelic you believe everyone is as good as you." I expressed, not intending to sound as condemning as I did. You cannot deceive me. I know there is some evil there, deep down. You cannot lie to me. "Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice." For Shakespeare's sake, I'll let her win this time.

"Okay, Yvenne, whatever you say."

I glanced towards the clock that was miserably ticking away my life. Four forty-four pm. God my luck keeps on getting better, doesn't it?

Yvenne must have noticed the miserable expression on my face as she glanced towards it too. She stood up, drawing all my attention to her: "I have to go now, I've been here for a while".

... God if this is your way of apologising for my misery, I will gladly accept.

"Aw that's unfortunate, but if you say so, I'll guide you towards the door", the last phrase jumped out of my throat in a sarcastic manner.

She smiled. Was that a benevolent smile? I doubt so.

I need a damn cigarette.

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Author's Note:

Hey guys,

I decided to start writing an actual book. I love reading and writing in general. I tend to write for myself, so I will try to alter that and also write for the public. This is sort of introductory or it could be in media res? I will let you decide ;) This was sort of a rushed first part so don't mind it too much, we are just awarded with an insight into Eleanor's intricate brain.