Self-Slaughter

Chapter 1

The night is bleak and eerie as dawn will approach in a few hours. The sun is still enjoying its peaceful slumber beneath the horizon as the moon calmly breathes the cold scent of the night. It gloriously shines on its throne at the center of the night sky illuminating everything with a silver gleam on its wake.

In a certain place--in the outskirts of the city, in a certain graveyard, a final resting place where corpses spend their eternal slumber in peace, on a certain tomb, a silhouette of someone can be witnessed singing a tune of outright misery, placing one hand to trace the engravings on a certain headstone while using the other hand to clutch it like a lifeline. Their line of sight trails the hand that traces a certain name engraved on the stone.

As the moon found its way behind the dark clouds to shine against that figure's face. Their blue eyes that resembled the ocean's blue shade were the first thing that gleamed against the silvery glow of the moon.

However, as the orchestra of crickets fell into silence to listen to a certain tune, the chant turned out to be a hideous wail that told tales of countless unspoken misfortunes. The world seemingly stops to listen and pity the sobbing figure which turned out to be a woman.

Her hair that resembles an ebony wood along with her blue cloak flows along the courses of the howling wind as if whispering comforting words to her. Her eyes held nothing but melancholy and drear. She finally convinced herself to douse the mask from her face at the moment for not even her mask could any more conceal her vulnerability and the little humanity that was left in her.

It is ironic for a murderer like her who have slaughtered people to the point of belittling the value of life itself to be seen mourning for someone who once bear life.

Yes, she killed mercilessly but it is undeniable that at this point, she's still human with all the weakness she still possessed. The person within this grave must have meant a lot to her after showing them her weakest state but it would only be futile anyway for the corpse that rests beneath is only ignorant of her distant cries.

"Beloved, why have you forsaken me?" She sobbed. "I lost my dreams, the little humanity that was left inside me is starting to fade away, I lost you and with you gone, my sanity was buried along with you."

Silence.

She regained her composure and continued. "I was condemned to walk the Earth holding vengeance when it was your hands I was supposed to hold onto.

Another silence.

"I've finally avenged you, you know? I made them suffer first but it still wouldn't amount to the pain they inflicted upon us." She spoke once again with a hint of venom at the last statement.

"Ladyblue, you used to love that name right?" She unconsciously clutched her chest above her thumping heart. "You even admitted once as to how you've been all giddy whenever you receive one of my cheesy letters though you hide it with your tsundere facade."

"Oh how I would've loved to see the auspicious face you wear everyday that time as if looking forward to receiving more of my letters." She paused. "Though it was supposed to be the other way around." She pouted.

"But I guess we found our ways to each other's hearts sooner than we expected." She caressed the name engraved on the tombstone. "You should've seen that priceless sheepish look on your face when you finally gained the balls and manned up to ask me out." She laughed gently with no hint of sarcasm and might as well say genuinely.