As soon as I fell asleep, I was awoken by the sound of knives scraping together. I bolted upright amazed at the scene I was viewing at the end of my bed...
An amazing replica of a murder scene left behind by Jack The Ripper. And who was the actress that was playing the victim? Of course... none other than the demon whom decided to visit last night... Wait a second, is that real blood?
OH MY GOD...
"What's wrong with you?! Where the -? How did you -?!" I fainted just after realizing my wrists were soaked with blood and the culprits lay in my hands...
I had slit my wrists last night, in the hopes that I would just die, out of fear. But in the process I realized something... It felt amazing to do so. I know that that may sound crazy, but, it did. Just watching the blood escape my body through the cuts made me feel exhilerated. Don't get me wrong, it hurt like hell since I chose to make myself suffer by using dull blades, but, at the same time, it made me crave more... I guess the pain is worth it as long as it keeps helping my anxiety.
I awoke again about 25 minutes later. The scene was gone, the blades had been wiped down and placed on my night stand, and my wrists had been cleaned and neatly bandaged.
How does she keep doing this? And Why?
And then, as the alarm clock rang, I realized that today was Monday.
"Shit..."
So I pulled on my Doctor Who sweatshirt and threw on some black jeans and my Batman converse and cleaned up a little.
I brushed my teeth and rinsed out my mouth, brushed out the frizz from my hair, and all the while thinking of her-
She has such a perfectly round face, with such plump, red, luscious, lips. And her hair long and black with bright red highlights, curling naturally towards the ends, the rest wavy and flowing so gorgeously. And her eyes, bright red outlined with thin, blended lines of orange and yellow, they seemed to be nearly ablaze. The fire melting your very soul. She seems so precious...
As soon as I was about to open my door to leave for school, I discovered a note.
"It's probably from mom..." I figured, but when I opened it to find perfect cursive writing, I knew I had assumed too early...
Dear Jacob,
I look forward to seeing you pass your written exam today. I'll be here waiting for you when you arrive home this evening.
Good luck! love,
Beatrice ♡♥♡
