𝐈𝐥𝐥-𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✔️

36

A D O N I S

I knew I was immoral. But I did not know I was insane. As I stand in the mirror, looking at my reflection, I question myself and my sanity. Being a demon already made me evil. But it did not explain the voices in my head that had convinced me to kill the woman I love.

I did not care what she was, or the lies she told, all I cared about was her. I stare at my reflection until it becomes distorted and I can no longer recognize myself, although I had already found it difficult to after what I had done to her.

I walk outside into the backyard. Valeria stands, setting up her painting, she said earlier that she was planning to paint. I walk through the tall grass as she sets all her brushes up. 

"Paint me," I say as I stand in front of her. She looks up and gives me a 'Seriously? Fuck off.' Look. That only makes me want her to do it more. "I understand if you are not skilled enough."

"More than," she says, now wanting to prove herself. I smirked at this, it went exactly how I wanted it to. As I stand in the meadow, under the bright sun, I look around as I listen to the chirping birds. My eyebrows lowered. This meadow looked so similar to the one I had dreamed of.

"Can you stop looking around?" she says. "You're like the worst model ever."

"Would you like it more if I took my shirt off?" I asked.

"No," she says sternly. "I have no bucket to puke in right now."

"You could do it onto that dress, it's garbage anyways," I match her insult even though I liked her dress.

Her jaw dropped. She grabbed a different brush now and added something to the painting. 

"So, I'm assuming it was you who was leaving those messages in my room?" I question, but I quickly drop it when I see the look she gives me. "Sorry. I know I said no questions."

She looks back at the painting. While moving the brush around, she says, "No. I did not leave any messages in your room."

At that moment I came to the conclusion that I truly had been losing my sanity and it was probably the voices I heard that made me do it. But I don't say that. I don't want her to think any less of me when she should already think the worst.

"The water down there," I say. "Do you swim in it often?"

"I have before," she says. "It's where I learned to swim."

"And who taught you?"

A strange look forms in her eyes as she looks between me and the painting. She says quietly like she didn't want to talk about it, "Nobody."

Before I can ask anything else, she says, "Okay. It's done."

I walk through the grass until I stand beside her. And I look at the painting. 

"Wow, that is one small penis," I observe. 

She smiles as if she is pleased with herself. I added, "At least you got my handsome face right...besides all the mean words you wrote on it."

She laughs slightly. But to me, it feels as if the entire world stopped.

"Oh, you think you're funny, Valeria?" I question. I try to fight the urge to smile, but with her, I just can't. 

"Funnier than you at least," she says. 

"Oh, okay, tell me something. Do you find this funny?" I question.

She looks confused. I pick her up, over my shoulder, and she begins squirming to try and get out. She hits my back while yelling, "Adonis! Put me down!"