"Hello Mary" I say. I close the door behind me, locking the deadbolt. She turns around to me, the smirk that was previously plastered across her face falls. "I knew it" she mumbles. "I tilt my head, grinning wide. "What's wrong sister?" I say, taking a single step towards her. Every step I take forward she takes one back. Blood continues to fall from my eyes, curling down my cheeks like tears. There's a loud bang from behind me. My head jerks around. "Moxxi! Moxxi please! Stop!" I flick my eyes shut, they turn from a bright vibrant green to swirling blackness. Silence. The banging in the door stops. I open it. Ryan's gone. I smirk, closing it. "Mary" I sing-song. I reach into the kitchen door pulling a long steak knife. I close my eyes. Moments later I'm in front of Mary. "Hello sister" I say again. "Moxxi, I'm sorry please don't hurt me" she whimpers. I smirk, pressing the knife handle into her hand. I lay my hand across the table. "Finish it" I say. She doesn't move. I take her hand, resting the blade on top of my pinky finger. She looks up. Into my eyes. There's nothing behind them. She quickly jerks her hand from my grasp, jutting the blade into my stomach. I freeze. Blood pooling in my mouth, dripping, puddling on the floor. She watches as I collapse. The knife falls from her grip. She quickly turns on her heel to sprint out the door. It slams shut, she turns back to my body laying lifeless on the cold wood flooring.
Darkness. All I see is darkness. I can't feel anything, except cold. It's dark, cold. And small. I slowly curl my hand into a fist. My mouth is dry. It hurts to open my eyes. I blink. Once. Twice. I reach my hands up and push against the silk lining my coffin. The moment my fingers come in contact with the smooth red fabric, I remember. I was stabbed. My lips curl into a smile. I flick my eyes shut one more time and feel them wash black. I brush two fingers down my forearm, washing away the tan foundation. I push against the lid. Hard. Harder. I kick it and dirt collapses all over me. I frown.
Two hours later I am clawing through the grass that grew on my grave. I glance at my gravestone. A smooth, black marble with my name carved into it. I glance ahead. Seeing a long heavy sledgehammer perched again at a wall. I pick it up, swinging it over my shoulder. I stroll over to my gravestone. I take one balanced step before swinging. I hit the marble dead on, shattering the stone. I drop the sledgehammer and immediately remember. Kai.
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Teen Fiction19 year old Moxxi Rose is bisexual. She grew up in a Christian homophobic household and now lives with her high school bestie Ryan. They share an apartment in Seattle Washington. She falls in love with a boy in her apartments, when days later falls...
