To Lose Your Sanity

Mi Princesa

Riele

I look at the boy/man behind me and start to feel the hot bangs of tears falling down my pale face.

"What...did you do? Who are you? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME OUT OF ALL THE FREAKING PEOPLE WHO RESIDE ON THIS FREAKING EARTH?! WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO DO THIS? ARE YOU GOD?!" How could I not scream when my dad is dead. But no. It just couldn't be, he wasn't the one to be killed, or to just die.

I turn back to the man lying on the floor, I run to him. Dad don't leave me, don't do this. "Please..."

The guy who killed my dad is now standing directly behind me, but somehow, I'm not afraid, I don't give a damn. Why would I? I touch my father's face with my cold fingers, whispering the words 'You are going to be alright' over and over again, until i feel the killer's cold breath on my left ear.

"Mi Princesa, I'm so sorry I killed your father, I just wanted you for myself", A shiver goes down my throat all the way down to the last bone in my toes. I can't stop my tears now; I can't believe this stupid psycho who showed up out of nowhere and tells me this bull. "I really love you, from the day I first saw you, you looked so stunning, I love you, Riele."

If he continues this crap, I almost promise to God that I will hit him, very well. The man behind me had a raspy, cold voice which would easily seduce anybody into doing whatever he pleased for them to do, but right now isn't a good time to get on my nerves.

"S-stop talking.... j-just stop, actually...please go away, please, I beg you." I am surprisingly well composed for the fact that this man just killed the only parent that I could rely on right now. Suddenly, I have the urge to look my father's killer in the eye. I turn around and stare at him with so much hatred that I feel myself going crazy inside. The boy is a tall human being, about a head and a half taller than me. He has a pair of huge chocolate-brown eyes which i can almost see sparkling like stars on a clear night. His nose, long and pointed perfectly complements his thin, pinkish lips. It is now that I notice he has dirty blond hair and an intimidatingly sharp jawline. He is almost perfect. And that disturbs me.

But then, the jerk gives me a grin. I am going to kill this hot, psycho bastard. Suddenly though, his phone starts ringing. He raises up his palm toward me as if to say, 'Excuse me' or 'Please give me a second' and turns around, walking away by a few steps.

I hear him cursing a bit, but he decides to pick anyway. "Honey...No, Hun...I'm at a dinner with a few clients...why would I lie to you about that...Ok, I will be home soon."

He turns back around and looks at me with an odd longing, what is this?

"Don't worry, my princess, I will divorce my wife to be with you, you are the only one who matters." The guy is obviously mental. He has issues up there but somehow; he amuses me in a way that unsettles me. Why am I not even calling the police? What in the world is wrong with me?

"I see you don't feel the same way about me... that's kind of depressing...", he makes a sad face, even going as far as to pout. I ignore him and reach for my phone in the back pocket of my least favorite Fear of God joggers and dial 911.

"911, what is your emergency?"