Waglington: It All Started With A Cloak And Some Magic.

Chapter 30: Nothing.

Pearl just watched Marcy flirt with Wag only to know she was going to kill him. She wanted so badly to tell him to watch out but she couldn't. Pearl couldn't really feel anything, she was, numb. Whenever Wag asked her what was wrong she'd only say, "It's nothing.".
Nothing.
Nothing was on her mind, nothing was in her heart. Nothing. She felt so broken, she felt the something was missing. Something warm and forgiving. Pearl wanted to KILL Marcy, no, she wanted to slit her throat and bang her head against a rock until there was no more blood in her head. Pearl wanted to torture the blind woman until she was dead. Pearl once woke up screaming from a nightmare, it involved Marcy. When Wag went to check on her she said nothing. She knew that Marcy knew it involved her, so she stayed quiet and said it was just a bad dream. The next day Wag went out to buy some things, he made sure that Marcy was at the camp to be there for Pearl, they were alone together. Pearl glared at Marcy, she returned the favor by giving her a blood curdling smile. She stopped looking at her enemy and started cutting leftover firewood into little figures. "Watching doin there?" Marcy was behind Pearl, she got startled and let out a short scream. "Well, watcha doing?"
"None of YOUR business."
"Ugh, you're acting like a toddler."
"And YOUR acting like a bitch."
"I am NOT!"
"Says the girl who wants to kill me."
"Grr! I hate you!"
"I hate you too <3"
Marcy smacked the little figures into the fire and smiled at the sound of crackling wood.
"Dude, that's not cool."
"Why are you acting so mellow?! You should be scared and fearing the fact that I have to power to KILL YOU!"
"Wanna know my secret to mellowness?"
"..."
"It's really simple," Pearl smiled.
"I. Don't. Care."
"HOW CAN YOU NOT CARE!?"
"Because, doesn't matter if I die or not." She held her vile, knowing that Marcy didn't know it's existence. Marcy gave her a look. Pearl felt nothing.
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