Malachai Parker wasn't the only person to massacre his family. Along with him was Isabelle Martin, a witch who held his hand along the way, letting him siphon painlessly.
You could say she was as crazy as he. Unable to see the destruction he truly...
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What was wrong with the silence. Was that, with Isabelle, in the good years, it was non-existent. Smiles always coated her soft features and that stupid camera wasn't there to film nothing. Therefore, she did everything with me, even if she didn't want to. And that's what made Isabelle Julia Martin the best girlfriend. If she could sit through Baywatch and bare to eat Pork rinds, she was already perfect.
What was wrong with the silence. Is that, with Isabelle, in the bad years, she refused to speak. We would play that immortal game of hide and seek. And the prize was to see a shell of her.
She was good, the not-so shitty part of humanity. She carried herself with a stiff-upper lip, her back was always straight and her laughter never faltered even if the world had messed up.
Hope killed her, I killed Belle. I don't know how and I don't know when. Maybe it was one instance or everything put together. All that mattered is that she was gone. When she was here, her blue eyes were glazed over with a fog, it was opaque and held nothing compared to the light she held, it snuffed out her flame. I did that. And if I could do that to her, maybe Joshua was right.
Therefore, as the days grew dreary and the many suicide attempts failed. I went back to her last words. Nothing but 'I love you'.
This is not right Malachai.
"I know, don't you think I know that? I'm not an idiot".
I said it's not right. Not that you're an idiot, stupid.
I couldn't help but laugh. She was right there, right beside me and smiling like she used to.
With a few herbs and a Gemini cook book of spells, I found a way to see her. It was addictive to see her, hear that voice, just have her there.
Got any ideas as to how I did it?
"How you did what?",
Shut you away, made sure I slept forever. Not like you haven't thought about it.
"To see you again, it sounds quite tempting",
Well, I don't want you to know anyway.
"And why's that?",
Who says I found peace?
And with that, the herbs wore off and she was gone.
