𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

Denial.THE END

As much as I was thankful to Dante for his efforts towards us, my vision was only becoming more clouded, more trapped. Involved in such depth I have no clue how to escape. Today, what we hadn't been anticipating occurred and so our lives shifted to a newer, lonelier journey. Kickstarting every last, hopeless dread to claw upon us. Such that man will peel off skin, mentally suffocated people should be expected to resort to such measures. When the mental traps have reached their limit they tear off every piece from their psycality to feel the escape occurring for even their subconscious is aware that wouldn't happen. Even if every. single. blood. drop bleeds through them. To escape the blood, one just musn't be someone's blood. This world is a place of mischief, happiness is nothing but deception that breathes life and false hopes.........................................?

Flashback and memories of the most excruciating experience for Rosa resurfaced when she was abducted. Once. Again.

This time such plotted by none other than their Arch Enemy. The murderer.

Love. A liability for all. Cost me my life, what would it be for you? Your sanity? Your peace? A struggle with no output? Or a relationship dragged through spears at the cost of honesty and loyalty?

"You don't know how to shoot dear", Dante's father mocked me, eyeing the gun in my clammy hands gripped tightly. It showed how unaware I was of the power of this weapon in my hand.
The sight before me soon turned blurry again as I looked at the paling face of my sister, my younger sister, my forever confidante.
"It's never too late to learn", decision rang in my voice & the sneer disappeared from his face. I shot the first time ever, I had never bothered wondering how it would feel, now there's nothing left to feel.
The only thing I know for now is that the bullet is my savior & the man before me is the villian to our story and many including his own son.
A victim of his harsh upbringing, a murderer, a failure as father & a husband. A liar, a cheat, someone with no guts but his ego knew no bounds.
Crimson spread through the hole in his chest. Disbelief and superiority complex swam in his eyes. He still thought of himself so great he even doubted he could die. Then a second bullet I fired, found it's way in his lanky shoulder.
Pain was slowly rearing it's head within his demeanour and he battled with it, so as to not show his weakness. Then went a third, a fourth and by the time the ringing in my ears dissipated, I had lost count of the number of bullets that were tearing his flesh. Standing on the podium of his death, proud and merciless.

A growl echoed in the empty halls, "TRAITOR!". 
Dante was clutching his bleeding arm into a fist, his eyes subjected to his father who lay motionless on the white tiles that were stained with rusty reds. The gun shook in my hands as the adrenaline rush seized.
He stomped towards me in big frantic steps. His bottom lip quivering from the force of his hatred and agony.
"HE WAS MY- HE WAS MY FATHER. HOW COULD YOU KILL HIM?".
Confusion deepening it's claws into my already crumpling thoughts.
"YOU STOLE MY REVENGE. YOU TOOK WHAT WAS MINE.", his voice shifted to a shiver. He whispered as if no one should listen to him but I did.
"you took away the last piece of my sanity and shredded it such I wish I could turn back time. Perhaps I still can"
He stalked towards the wall clock and threw it off from where it was hanging. It shattered to the grounds, shards of glass embedded themselves in Dantes palms as he moved the hands of the clock. Turning back time & not at the same time. He can't bring back what's gone. We'd decided on what we were doing. Realization dawned upon me. Memories flushed back in a rush, I stumbled from the sheer force of it. He could've killed his father all along. He had not one but just so many opportunities to do so. But he was hanging to his threads of hope.
He was letting the man live.
He wasn't killing him because that ugly man was still his blood.
He hadn't tried doing so because he still saw his mother's face through his.
That man was the way he recalled his mother.
He never moved on from his past, he was clutching it so hard it broke his knuckles from the hold.
He saw his mother's cries in that man's eyes and that pushed him to live just another day.
The revenge, his only reason to live. I had taken that reasoning from him.
I tried to pry his hunching figure, towering over the clock. He remained a work of clay, a statue deprived of movement.
I've never him so weak. So helpless. So void. Any ounce of consciousness had left his body. He was losing his mind.
"Dante! Snap out of it please", I cried.
"HAHAHA! YOU'VE DONE IT ROSALIA. YOU'VE DONE IT. YOU KILLED. YOU KILLED SOMEONE. IT WAS ALL A LIE. YOU! WERE A LIE. YOU TOLD ME SOBBING AND FAINTING THAT YOU CAN'T KILL ANYONE." He'd told me everything for the very reason. He knew all along I couldn't do it. That's why he asked me to support him. He wanted to save his father, wanted to dwell inside his little creepy world. He wanted to live for himself even if it meant letting the killer of his mother live.
I couldn't kill but I had. I had outsmarted my circumstances but for what.
All this commotion had made my mind slip from Eleanor. I turned back to see only a trail of blood from where Elen had been. Fury spread through my being.
"Where? Where did you take her?", I asked Dante. I held his shirt and shook him but he was lost. He was talking to himself. I threw him away from me & turned away just as I heard the click of a gun, a shot sounding. Filling the Earth around me in a haze. Dante had shot me. "no. no. no. You don't get to leave after killing my family", his lips awfully stretched in a weird gummy smile. I turned around to face him, "What do you- mean?", I completed painfully. The blood didn't seem to stop flowing from my abdomen. "I- did wha-". Another shot. Another wound. This time I fell to my knees. I couldn't figure out the world around me. Neither aware about the whereabouts of my wound nor being able to see. Everything was a haze. A blurry lense was perhaps in my eyes. Then I saw.
I saw little me and Elen giggling.
"EL! Don't throw water balloons over me. I don't wanna play!", a child's squeaky voice filled with laughter spoke.
"Come on. I'm even risking my favorite butterfly shirt. You got ta plawy wid me", El said through her toothy grin. 
We screamed, squealed & another click went on. But I couldn't see anything besides me and lily and El running through the grassy lands. Hands thrown in the air waiting to be chased around.
Aunt was getting tired from running hastily but she was happy. We all were. Then I closed my eyes.
Because it was all good. We were all full of joy. We even ate ice creams and calorie filled waffles that Aunt mostly refused, said they were a Dentists nightmare.
"ROSE!", someone whisper screamed.
"Please don't leave me, please", the voice said.
I wasn't going to stay. Aunt Rachel was calling for me. We're leaving. I am hiding behind the bushes so Aunty cannot find me here, or so I thought. Aunty caught me & I sheepishly smiled at her.
I was found.
I feel sorry for the pleading voice that told me to stay. I can't tell her I can't stay, she'll be sad.
I don't want that to happen.
So I just leave, leave without telling her goodbye.
Leave without seeing the face of that voice one last time.
Because I never needed to.
That face is the bane of my existence.
My love.
My only one.
My El.