The rusted metal screeches as I opened the small compartment. Switching one book for another, I slit my arm on the thin shelf. The tender meat burned bitter sweet. Blood trickling down, now dripping with desire. The delicious smell that burned my nose. The thick red liquid that taunted my eyes. The need that flooded my mind was parlous.
Running my finger through the wound gathering the oozing goodness, I couldn't help myself as I sucked my finger clean. I closed my eyes enjoying my fix. Only then did I just realize what I had just done. My eyes popped open, mouth agape. I looked around and sighed in relief. Class had already began.
I made my way down the hallway, taking my time. No need to rush. I've been in school for centuries- literally. Click clack. Click clack. The sound of heals, an obvious sign a teacher is coming. I put on a smile, showing my pearls, and pulled down my skirt. A little innocence will get you far. It did for me. Innocence got me an endless life, whether I wanted it or not.
I was fifteen, smart, and obedient. Followed all the rules and did what my parents told me, however; they never said anything about the ones who lurk. The people-no, the monsters that lurk for people like me... Clueless. Evil found me but I will throw it out. No matter who or what I am, the devil is never a guest in my house.
Sitting in my assigned seat, I see him. The boy who did this to me. John Yargo. He goes to my school now, but I don't mind- revenge has always been on my to do list... And it's time I checked him off.
After school I followed him home, surprised he didn't notice. His home is in a cave away from the world. An abandoned house that's almost as pathetic as him. The broken windows almost as shattered as him. The collapsed wood porch almost as broken as him. The fallen shutters that lie on the ground almost as low as him.
"I hoped you would follow me here." His voice just as deep as I remember. Just as frightening. I turned from the jilted house to see his face. Grungy. His presence screams run but my anger screams combat. He takes a step forward and I take a step back. My intellect playing tricks with myself. My fear is strong but my fury is stronger. Now it's my turn to walk towards him.
"I'm not the same girl anymore." I bark through gritted teeth. I gauge his face for signs of weakness. And just when I thought to back down I saw it.
His eyes.
They spoke to me. They had sorrow and guilt- they had shame.
"I took your heartbeat. Now take my soul." He spoke with dejection in his voice, handing me a gun.
"One silver bullet. Aim for my heart." His voice cracked. I furrowed my eyes in confusion. Pushing all curiosity aside, I was here for one thing- to take the life of John Yargo. I raise the gun and aim while staring into his watery orbs. I watched them close as he took deep breaths. He knew they'd be his last. A single tear streams down his cheek. He's frail, on the wrong end of the gun. Even then, I'm still powerless.
"Why?" I whimpered as my body shook.
"This is no life to live. I know you understand. I saw you lick your own blood. I did this to you. I'm sorry." He howled, now wailing. I shut my eyes pushing back the sobs. This is what I wanted. His life. His tears. His soul. And I have it.
"You're right, this is no life to live." I turned the gun to a new target.
"I'm not going to kill you. I want you to suffer. I want you to live with yourself knowing how evil you are. I want you to think of me every time you look at yourself in the mirror." I chuckled darkly. "Oh, that's right you can't and neither can I." I pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing my body. The pain was fine though. I was finally going to be at peace.
