Every King Needs a Queen (Zalgo X reader)

Chapter 23

Your POV

After a while, we got to a lake. I sat down in the grass and Blasphemy sat on a rock. She looked at me.

"You want to know why I'm jealous? Then listen up."

"About 6 years ago, my sister and I lived here in Y/T (your town/city). Life was great up until school started. I was 12 at the time and her 13. We had this guy at the school who was 13 who basically had a goal to sleep with every girl at the school. I was heading to class when he caught me. The halls were empty. He pinned me against the lockers. I was about to call out for help when my sister was walking by and saw us. She immediately walked up to the guy and pulled him off me. As soon as I had the chance, I ran. At home I learned that the guy pulled a knife on my sister, but she somehow got the knife and killed him. Our parents were furious and mortified. I was thankful because she saved my life...but then everything went downhill from there. She left to spend a few days at a friend of her's house. Our mother came up to me and told me to pack my bags. We were leaving, but were leaving my sister behind. I had no say in the matter. We then left for a house deep in the woods. It was miles from anywhere. We stayed there. Our father...he started to abuse our mother and myself. Everything then ended in him molesting me. I was traumatized. I was taken to the nearest hospital and put into a coma for a year. I was 14. When I was 15 when I woke up. I was terrified. I killed a few nurses and escaped. I returned home just to be locked away in my room. A year past. One day...I heard a gunshot. I thought my father shot my mother and was coming for me next, but the door was broken in and there stood a woman with black hair and a red strip in it. Her face was pale and her eyes red with cat-like pupils. She looked at me and smiled. 'My, look at how you have grown. A woman of 16 locked away.' She said to me. 'A fairy tale to some, torture to others.' I then realized it was my sister, but older and insane. She killed my father. She took my hand and made me run with her out of that place, never to return...ever since then, I've been seeing her, flying, fighting, the works...she was better than I was...I'm only good at throwing knives."

I looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry to hear your story..."

She sat up. "Sympathy...pathetic..." She skipped rocks.

"I...I can make you important."

She looked at me. "How?"

"The Somnia, I can write your story, or draw you in it."

She shook her head. "I don't know..."

"Please?" I puppy eyed her.

She smiled and sighed. "Alright."

I stood up. "Race you back to the Mansion!" I took off towards the Mansion.

"Hey!" She followed close behind.