Twilight's Serenity

Chapter 10

"We're telling the stories, our laughter, he knows me, we're leaving, we're talking, you're closer, it's calming," ~ After Dark (Mr.Kitty)

Lilith♤~

It was him.
Him.
The one man I despised the most.

I had spent days, nights, months.....years, trying to forget about him. And here I am, feeling the same things again when I looked at him.

Ethan, my adopted brother.
Ethan, my only friend.
Ethan, the love of my life.
Ethan, the person who hates me the most.

I was now sitting on the bleachers, blankly staring at the field in front of me, teens walking out of school from a distance as classes ended.

Is it me that's impossible to love?
Or was it my fault to love someone in the first place...?

I knew I shouldn't have loved him, he was my brother.
I was supposed to see him as my sibling, my friend.

Not. My. Lover.

I had always been telling myself that it was Attachment issues, because my parents, now dead, had never considered me as someone love-able, I was an outcast, who was hated by everyone; and still is.

But there was this one person.
This one person who had given me attention, made me feel humane, and happy.

And that one person left when he got to know that I love him.

And he never talked to me, looked at me, or even came near me.

Seven years.
I have been telling myself that it was attachment issues for seven years.
Until now.

I feel the same. Again.

I am the bitch here.
I killed her, it's my fault.
I killed the person he loved because I wanted him for myself.

He never looked at me the same.
He never. Looked. At me, the same.

I vividly remember everything that happened that night.
I killed her. And he watched me.
And he hated me.

Seven years, and I told myself that I hated him for what he did.

I am psycho.
I do not feel. That's shít, feelings.
I 𝚕̶𝚘̶𝚟̶𝚎̶  hate him.

I frowned, standing up, thinking about how much I wasted my time on daydreaming about Ethan Carter.

My backpack slung over my shoulder, I started walking out of school, lighting up a cigerette as soon as I get out.

I blew out smoke almost immediately, frustrated with my own thoughts.

Took me long enough to make Ivana Violette believe that I don't know who Ethan Carter is.

Speaking of her, I couldn't ever be possibly more at ease while fooling someone.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I frowned again, snatching it out and reading Ivana's name in an instant.

"Hello?" I said, trying not to sound irritated.

"Ethan Carter asked me out," She said, her voice not as much as enthusiastic as any other girls' would be while saying something like that.

"What...?"  It slipped out of my mouth, sounding sadder than it should.

"Yep, he did,"

I became blank for another moment, trying to absorb the words.

"Did you agree...?" I asked, mentally slapping myself when my voice came out desperate.

"No,"

No? I knew it.
Zane Romano.

I then mentally smirked m, which I didn't know why, but I brushed it off.

I blew another cloud of smoke from my cigerette before answering her.

"Why not?" I asked.
"....I don't know, maybe because I just met him a few days ago?" She answered me, her voice full of curiosity, probably about why Carter would ask her out so soon.

"We're friends, though," She spoke again, and I frowned again, but my voice stayed the same.

"That's.......fine...I guess..." I said, knowing that it would be damn, damn weird, "You wanna hang out later today?" I asked.

After a small pause, she agreed, and I couldn't be happier.

Kill her slowly, in the harshest way possible, and she won't even get to know.