Lisa
Once I was safely inside the apartment. My best friend stopped and stared at me worriedly at the doorstep. "Are you sure you will be okay?".
"Yes, I will take it from here". I wickedly smiled at the ground and leaned against the wall.
"Lisa?". Jisoo pulled my arm softly, "Just remember.. that Jennie isn't the same girl". She softly smiled. "Don't go back to your old ways".
I pulled my arm away, as she looked at the pain that was written on my eyes. "They're all the same".
She tried to open her mouth to speak, but I immediately shut the door and leaned my head against it. And there it goes again, the hurt lingering on my heart like it was a faint memory of my yesterdays.
I wiped my tears and wanted to go straight ahead to my room. But my heart, it stopped me as I entranced my steps with my thoughts.
My mind tortured me for being alive as I walked in the hallway, leaning against the wall for support every few seconds.
And even though, I'm a drunk mess. I just wanted to see her.
My eyes were probably all puffy right now, as I unlocked the door, clumsily.
Jennie raised her head once she heard the noise of the door and rasped; "Lisa? Is that you?".
I tried to swallow down the pain, "Who else would it be?". I walked closer, as the liquor affected my vision. But I couldn't stop the bitterness in my voice, "Eric Nam to save you?".
"And from what?". I crawled in bed and leaned as close I can to her. She seemed to be shaken up by my sudden words. But, I gladly topped her and watched her scared gaze. "From me huh?".
"Lisa I—".
"You what? You fucking like Eric?". I folded my hand against the pistol as I pulled it out of my back pocket. "Cause I'm sure I can kill him just like that if I wanted to Jennie".
"But I won't". I stared at the gun with a broken smile. And threw it against the ground before focusing on the woman below me. "At least, not yet".
"L-Lisa you're drunk, get off me". Jennie tried to push me away, but my mind wasn't sober.
"I don't hear you raising your voice whenever he's around". I started to hiccup as I spoke.
"What changed that now Jennie?".
She crossed her arms, making her breasts show in a perfect line. That view.
"First of all, you're a fucking psychopath, and he's not. Two, even though he acts like a jerk, he doesn't kill people for a living—".
I clenched my jaw and punched the headboard as she jumped in horror.
"Your mouth is so into comparison princess". I looked down at her with anger, my cold hand lifting her shirt up as I ran my hand smoothly on her smooth stomach. "You like to compare a playboy to a monster like me?".
"Too bad, I'm not the one here to be compared". With that, I used my knife to cut her shirt open, making me faintly smile to myself as I watched her beautiful skin - ignite with my gaze.
She's so beautiful.
I raised my head up and saw the fear in her eyes, that didn't phase me.
With the upward blow of my gloved fist, my blood tastes sweet, leaking around my teeth and over freshly cold lips, escaping as if it never knew it was welcome to stay. And of course, she bit me.
The blood has a smell and odor. The bleeding continues, stark red in the nighttime. I wish it would stop; I need it to stop; perhaps this time will be the last.
I calmly pulled away and licked my lips only to go down to mesmerize her beautiful skin.
My heart became rapid as I kissed her skin gently, but her voice stopped me. "A-are you that jealous of him?".
I looked up at her, my lips still lingering on her skin. "Why does he anger you this much? Is it the fact that I l-like—".
I parted my lips to roughly bite on her abdomen. Jennie whimpered in shock making me groan in frustration. She bit her lip— as I continued kissing my way up to her, again. Hoping she won't push me away this time.
"L-Lisa, you're drunk". Jennie reminded me, "You don't know what you're doing".
The more she talked, the more I was reminded of certain words, ringing in my head. My breath quickened as I felt panic rise again through me.
Jennie noticed, her teary gaze made my own heart break as I froze on the spot.
I tilted my head, staring deep into her eyes. "I'm a monster, isn't it?".
She didn't answer.
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