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LUCIANA

LUCIANA

 CHAPTER ONE 

""our souls will perish into our descicions"

The more I approached the door of the attic, the more I heard the crying, the screaming, the pain. My heart was beating so fast. I was excited, thrilled. His tears made me happy, they made me powerful, I wanted to lock him there for eternity just to hear him suffer.

Before, I was scared of myself, scared of the fact that I loved seeing people suffering, scared about the fact that my favorite feeling was the pain, the agony, I wanted it to consume me, to break me apart. Now, I enjoy this feeling, I enjoy the way I don't feel anything , I enjoy the spark of my eye when I see someone crying of pain, I enjoy the blood that drip from my wrist when I cut myself. It makes me happy.

My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the ringing of my phone. Oh god what the old women want.

It's incredible how we can't kill someone in peace.

"hey grandma." I said as I prepared the knife that will soon slice his throat. "Luciana, I hope you didn't invite your crazy friends to the mansion". Inviting isn't really the word to describe it, it's more like kidnapping.

"Hello to you too grandma" I responded sarcastically "and no i didn't invite any of them"

What ? I wasn't lying no one was invited in the Alvarez mansion, Kidnapped, yeah, invited no..

"What are you doing ?" I heard my grandma saying through the phone. "I am preparing my exams, grandma" I said as I contemplated if I should cut his skin before slicing his throat or the contrary. Depend on my mood. "Good. If you want you can invite your boyfriend for the dinner when I come back" And you, you can prepare his dinner funeral. "Yeah sure, now I really have to go, I have an exam tomorrow" I have to kill someone. "Okay, goodbye" Her voice was broken, I wonder what she was feeling right now.

Sometimes, I get curious, like, what it feels to be sad, what it feel to cry after a breakup, after the death of someone that you love, to be normal. But then I remember that I am superior and it make me smile.

Before entering the attic I went to my bedroom to apply my favorite red lipstick. Just for the occasions. As I went down the stairs, I noticed the horrible smell.

Oh god couldn't he refrain himself.

The door of the attic opened, leaving in front of me a pathetic motherfucker that was trying to escape. 

"Good morning Johnny" His eyes locked with mine, and for a brief moment i thought about letting him go, but then I remembered that he was fucking another girl. That I gave him my trust and body , not my love, but I gave him my respect, and that something I don't give to everyone. 

"Psychos bitch"

A small laugh escaped my throat. "Oh god Johnny please stop flirting with me" He looked at me with disbelief, like he couldn't believe what I have just said. "Now lets talk about important things, like, how are u going to die" A big smile was engraved in my face. "You know what, i will choose by myself, I think we will begin by cutting your skin" My finger travelled the sting of the knife, enjoying the pain that was immersing from my body.