STAINED RED

four.

★彡 CHAPTER FOUR;
— this may hurt

           "LIFE REALLY CAN BE UNFAIR SOME TIMES, I mean ; you can be the nicest person and be cursed, while the bad ones get off, it's like they have a four leaved clover tied around their necks." A raven haired beauty ranted. Her stomach pressed against the back of her chair and her arms rested on top along with her chin. "Am I right, or am I right? Oh, wait never mind I can see you're a little bit tied up."

           She slapped her Jean cladded knee crackling. Before her sat a man with wide beautiful crystal blue eyes filling with unshed tears searching for some sort of escape - she nearly frowned. He wants to leave her again. He wanted a small chamber of hope, something he can clutch on promising he'd somehow survive this nightmare.

            "They deserve it, really they do but some might not sure the same opinion as me, like you, Carl." Belle assumed gesturing at the glare presented on his face. "Probably because you're on the other side of the table — but if we switched places, you'd understand. I'm sure you would." She pushed herself up off he chair.

             She turned around picking up her sharpened silver knife, she held it higher watching the way it shone near the light. She couldn't help but feel captivated by the deadly weapon, a sharp twist to a deadly end.

           The corner of her lip twitched at his whimpering, the tears he hadn't she'd began to release down his thin cheeks. She crouches down in front of him she twirled it in front of him.

           "Such a cowardly man." She tsked shaking her head. She recalled him as the mailman. He delivered mail to them once upon a time, everyday he came at ten o'clock where he would meet Belle waiting for him at the door.

            Then it became natural for the two to meet, he'd occasionally talk to them girls for two minutes before having to continue his job. It was the human contact Belle had after two years. But like the others, it all went down the drain when he found. It's like she drove them all away, she doesn't know how she does it but she does, maybe she's too clingy, too annoying, too nothing to actually be something.

            "You left me, you knew something fishy was up but you left like I was nothing. Like — like,"

           Like what? Spit it out.

             She felt her throat closing up, it confused her as too way. Her eyes felt weird something blurring it. She nibbled on her bottom lip staring down at him pure disgust washed over her features.

             "I was nothing." She hissed kneeling in front of him, her fingernails dig into her palm trying to control the emotions age kept buried. His eyes widen at their close approximate, the way fire danced behind her eyes hot enough to burn his with one look.

                The devil stared him right in the face hidden behind a girl who once was inocent.

             She couldn't. Not right now. She was close, all these emotions we're messing her up, not only her but her task. She had to get rid of them, and what better way hen getting rid of the one who started it.

           She blinked open her eyes in hesiation just incase anything was hidden inside. She smiled forced. "I'm sorry, its just my emotions are going haywire after seeing an old face."

             He didn't deserve her apologize, just like he doesn't deserve a quick Death, he deserved to be tortured for leaving her like they'd all done. Abandoning her when she needed him most, but he was like an anchor leaving her to drown in an ocean of buried emotions.

             She couldn't have that. He thought her not to.

             What has daddy thought you?

               "Love is a weakness." She whispered, the words engraved in her mind along with the Cresent scars on her palm.

             Then why is he still breathing?

            She looked down at her snowy hands uncurling them where a sharp knife rested, her fingers itched craving the sharp weapon to be in her hand and deliver something him something he earned. She pondered, what was stopping her? Is it so bad to want revenge?

              No, it isn't. You're a human with deserves some peace even if it means sacrificing some, you can't get what you want in woar without sacrificing a few bodies.

              That's all she needed to hear, she twirled the knife on her index finger. He wiggled whimpering, pleading trying to get away from the Beast she has become, it fell on deaf ears as she neared him.

              "This," She twirled the knife in her hand, a smirk darker then the sky outside crawled up her lips. "— May hurt."

           AUTHOR'S NOTE ;
damn this chapter was a challenge for me,
the amount of times in erases it all then redone it
but I'm glad I did so because I like his one wayy better.

question ; what do you wanna see in the next chapter?

- wndowpain