Meliora

Dark Clouds

I stand there staring at the sick smile on his face. "My my..what a naughty little girl you are...I would have never dreamed." He says as he starts to caress my face.  "I'm so proud of you, let daddy clean up the mess and I want you to run along because you have a big job ahead of you are we clear here?" He stares directly into my eyes as he holds my chin. "She had to die.." I say with a cold tone as I look over at her lifeless body. He just nods as he lets go of me. "Yes, of course she did." He chuckles as he picks her up and tosses her body over his shoulder and lets out a bit of a dark chuckle then shoos me away. "As I said darling run along now, we don't have a single moment to waste here now do we?" I just shake my head then smooth out my dress. "No we don't." I take deep breath then start to head down the corridor. My head was swimming, I still didn't even feel like me. The farther away from the Second I would slowly start to feel normal. As I open the door I just stand there trying recollect what had just happened but nothing was coming to mind it was like I completely blacked out. All I remember was the fact I was to meet Papa for dinner everything else had been a blank. As I close the door I become flooded with emotions. What the hell was going on with me? I lean against the door and take a deep breath, trying anything I can to calm myself but not having any memory of what had happened from me walking back from the Chapel. Slowly I just slide down the door as tears roll down my cheeks, I bring my knees up to my chest as I just sit there as the tears continue to fall. I felt like I was literally going insane. I give myself a few minutes before I slowly stand up and make my way to the bathroom. I didn't even recognize the person staring back at me. I looked exhausted, and honestly I kinda felt dead. I was just walking around like a zombie. I almost felt too embarrassed to go around Papa especially looking like this. The longer I look at my reflection the more I could feel my stomach turn, I wasn't even sure make up could help me at this point. I just start to get ready, occasionally stopping just to stare off as the heaviness continues to weigh down on me.  I didn't really do anything special, just my make up. As a sister of sin there wasn't much I could do and I felt too brain dead to really attempt to look sexy. I just adjust my habit and keep my head down as I walk past the mirror, avoiding it at every cost. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I walk out into the corridor.