Bringer of Life and Death

🖤🌸Prologue🌸🖤

Skylar POV

I sigh, looking at my ceiling as I drape myself over the edge of my bed. I begin to think about if things were different if I too would have changed. Or maybe I was destined to be a fuck up. My question go unanswered as I begrudgingly roll the rest of the way off my bed. Looking around my room, a sad smile creeps upon my face as I look at the pictures of my once best friend. Today would have been his birthday.

Thinking about what caused his untimely demise, I am soon filled with rage. His bitch of an ex is lucky she's in jail or I would have prolonged her tortuous death for as long as possible. She selfishly took away the only person I cared about due to her disgusting jealousy rearing it's head.

She was convinced I was fucking him. Ha. If only she would have payed attention to the fact that we were also cousins. I get that shit still happens *shivers*, but this isn't Alabama and we don't do that shit.

Hearing the hat I assume to be the sound of glass breaking a quickly turn my head to the door. Peering down the hallway I see the bitch shimming her at through my now broken window. "How the fuck did she get out of jail?" Is the only thought that crosses my mind.

As she roughly lands on the floor I see her pick up a shard as she looks towards me. I quickly grab my switchblade out from under my pillow, knowing that if I'm going down that I ain't doing it without a fight. I turn around just as she lunges herself at me, staving my in the abdomen.

"This is all your fault! If you would have just stayed away from my boyfriend none of this would of happened, you slut!" She shouts as she goes to bring the shard down once again.

I begin laughing with a large, malicious grin upon my face. "Oh my fucking god, you really are fucked in the head aren't you?! We were cousins, this isn't some backwood bayou where we accept incest as if it's normal, you psychotic bitch!" I exclaim back, pissed that she still can't get that through her thick skull.

She falters for a second with a confused look on her face as if she is just now realizing that she fucked up and we did nothing wrong. Not giving her a chance to say anything I flick open my switchblade and slam it through her jugular. "If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me." Is the last thing I say as it begins to get harder to breathe.

Her chocking in her own blood is the last this I see as my vision slowly fade in an endless abyss. I peaceful smile rests on face as I realize I'll finally see my cousin in hell. Though it's soon replaced with a grimace as I realize that sadly, the bitch will be there too. "Fuck."