Death's Apprentice

Bloody Tears

  I slammed the door to my room shut and then stood perfectly still in darkness of my room. "I hate them." I muttered to myself.
"I hate them too. But you let them do those things to you. You are weak. You should be punished." Whisper spoke to me. Her voice as soft as silk and sweet as honey.
"How should I do it?"
"You know how, little one."
"But... last time... T-the taste..."
"I know... I know it tasted so sweet. I miss it."
"B-but... w-what if I can't..." I was starting to cry now
"Shut up! No 'buts'! And stop crying you weak little shit. Go get the blade, now." she said coldly to me and I obeyed.

I turned on the light which didn't light up the room to much, but just enough so that I can see all my posters, my overflowing book shelf, my desk, the TV with my ps4, the black dresser with my clothes, and my dark bed. I walked to the desk by my bed and opened a drawer. In it I had a little black box that I had drawn silver wings on. Inside was a small piece of paper that said, 'We don't belong here, we are the fallen angels, we will never belong and unto this world we are left to die.' I smiled at the paper feeling my back tingle a bit. I there was a silver cloth in the box for cleaning my glasses but I never used it. I use the black one on my night stand. Anyways, wrapped carefully inside the cloth was three pencil sharpener blades. Then beside the cloth was a sharpening stone. I took out one of the razor sharp blades and walked to my bed.

I pulled out my iPod and let the music blast. Bring Me The Horizon's 'Crucify Me' filled my ears as tears feel from my eyes. "You are so weak, you need to be stronger, Julia."
"I know..."
"You are so worthless, you deserve this." she said harshly
"W-whisper... p-please..." I began to beg as I was scared to proceed with my punishment. I was not allowed to stop until she said I could. I was under her control. She was my puppet master and I her puppet. She loved me enough to be kind but when punishment was due she would never hesitate.

Whisper came to me years ago when I first found my darkness. Her sapphire eyes appeared before me and I heard her voice, "I am with you and you are mine. We walk through this world alone and torn. But with our will we will prove that we are more than nothing." Those were the sweet words she spoke to me and from that moment on I was two people in one body. Whisper's dark malevolence and cunning glance, and my quite dark appearance made me who I am.

"Shut up you brat!" She snapped and a whimper left my lips, "Now, start on your wrist."
"H-here?" I said placing the cold metal on my wrist just under my palm.
"Yes, you know what to do from here." At her words I dragged the blade along my wrist. I brought in on my wrist nine more times. Beads of blood formed on my arms and soon joined together. Even sooner after that they were spilling down my wrists, in crimson rivulets, that then dripped onto my bed sheet. The tears had stopped falling and BVB's 'Knives and Pens' was now drowning out the dry sobs that left my lips.

My eyes fell on the blood and I licked my lips, something inside of me clicked. I brought my bloody wrist to my lips and sucked on the blood. "Mmmm..." Both Whisper and I hummed at the sweet metallic taste. We sucked on our wrist until we felt dizzy. Slowly I pulled back... silence. Whisper did not say anything for a while. It took my recognition of black spots in my vision to pull her from her trance. "Got wrap your arm." She said and I nodded knowing my motion of acknowledgment meant nothing to her.

Once my wrist was properly wrapped I came back to my bed, took the blade, put in it's proper place, put the box away, then sat and began my homework. After a hour I had finished all my work. While I might not care, that does not mean I am not smart. What most people would call 'too much homework' I call 'not enough'. Anyways once I was done I put on some dark music and had a deep conversation with Whisper.

"I want to taste other's blood Whisper... I can almost sense it in others. I want to play with their intestines. I want to dissect someone while they are conscious..."
"Good, I want that too." She said I could sense the dark grin on her face and couldn't help but allow one on mine.
"Who should w-"
"Drake, the one who we threw the paper at." she interjected.
"I hate him. He NEEDS to be tortured."
"He will my dear. By our hands he will."
"I wonder if we can make him cry." I said biting my lip
"Oh we will, we will make him cry, not just salt tears, but bloody tears."