all the good girls go to hell

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I opened my eyes

Reassessing the situation that left me trapped in my mind. My boyfriend with my best friend, backstabbers, disgusting people trying to trick me.

"Hey," Ethan waved his hand in front of my face. "You spaced out. I was telling you that Emily just called me to pick her up from work."

"Liar." I stared into his eyes

"What?" He cocked his head to the side. "How am I lying."

"I'm done with this bullshit! Cut the crap!" I fired back at Ethan.

"Char—"

I cut him off. "NO! I know you've been seeing her for a while, I was just too wrapped up in my trusting you to do anything!" Tears started streaming. "I know what you guys do! I KNOW! There's no more use in lying." I whispered the last part.

"Charlotte," he looked a bit guilty, he also tried to grab my hand but I slapped it away. "I'm really sorry. Just stay with me."

"No." I looked to the left of me, I saw my lucifer there smirking at me. "You've been doing this for too long, my whole life actually. Both of you have. I'm done with it, with you two forgetting I exist."

"Don't come back for me."

I started walking in the opposite direction, heading back to my apartment.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I shut the door and leaned on it. Sliding down slowly, tears falling from my eyes to my cheeks and then down my chin. My Lucifer is standing there, holding fetters.

"What are those for?" I asked her. "Are you going to punish someone?"

"Someone will commit arson and kill innocent people."

"Ah, I hope you punish that person then." I walked to my room to lay down, but first I went into my bathroom and washed my face off.

A couple hours later when I woke up I smelt burning and I ran to the door.

When I opened it, all I saw were flames.

I'm innocent?