Making her Joyful Again || RF Julie x FEM reader || L1TTL3_R0TT3N

- Ch. 5: Satanic and Botanic -

[Julie]

I used to believe in love. And a part of me still seems to. But the rest of me, the parts of me that aren't entirely mine, are disgusted by love. Just the mere thought of it hurts her.

I looked in the mirror of my bathroom when I returned home. The picnic with [Name] was more than delightful. It gave me a break from all the pain I've been having the past few days. 

But when I looked in the mirror, all I could see was her.

"Hello, Julie." She stared at me the same way she always did. She never stopped staring into my soul. It was like she was always searching for something, trying to take something new from me. "Hello, Julianne," I responded to her in fear of what would happen if I didn't.

"How did it go, hm?" Her arms reached through the mirror, leaning on the counter with her clawed black hands. She left the scent of dead flowers lurking, as well as dried marigold petals that bloomed from her skin and died as they fell. Dropping dead like flies.

I hesitated before replying. "It went...well. I enjoyed the company." I ignored her gaze as it burned into me. Her eyes were so dark, so terrible to look into. The sight brought me unfathomable pain. 

It was why I rarely looked in the bathroom mirror. That was her favorite place to be when she was outside of my body, eating my soul from the inside out.

She chuckled her malicious laugh, her hands reaching out to dig into my arms. "Yes...I like her too. Tell me, Julie, are you getting bored of Walden? You could always..." She disappeared for a moment before I heard her voice beside my ear. "...Get rid of him."

"No." I refused to break down in front of her. I could barely stand her taunting, especially when she spoke so easily of murder like the psychopath she was. "Oh? Are you scared?" She made me seem like a joke.

"I'm not scared, Julianne. I'm merciful. He's Ophelia's father. And...and I love him."

She laughed when I spoke. "Foolish girl, are you that dense after all this time?" She spoke in a hollowed tone. Her hands twirled in the locks of my hair, leaving petals in the strands. "He's used you up, then. He makes you forget the girl you used to be." She licked her sharp teeth.

"You make me forget the girl I used to be. Not him." I snapped my head to the side to avoid her look. A tempting look that I knew would lead me to trouble. "I made you powerful, Julie. I helped you escape who you were going to become."

"A pathetic house pet, bound to her husband as a plea of importance."

"That's who I already am!" I pulled away from her when I raised my voice. She didn't seem to mind, though. She seemed to thrive in my screams. She walked towards me, the satin of her shirt— my wedding bodice— shimmering in the mirror's reflection.

"But you let Ophelia pick my flowers."

She smirked and stroked my cheek with her clawed thumb.

"You're letting go, Julie. You're getting tired of this life. You said so yourself." She came closer to my face until I could feel her breath in my ear. "So why not have some more fun with this girl? What could be the harm?" She spoke in a demented and echoing tone. That only enraged me more.