Shatter Me (18+ Only)

Chapter 14

   For those of you who don't know, this is Willow ^^ :)

Fun Fact...

Apparently, in Virginia, it is illegal to have sex with the lights on

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    I slammed the door to my room with unnecessary force. My body was sore and my skin was stained with the blood from myself, and the men I had killed. My skin erupted in a chill as I padded towards the bed and wrapped a thin sheet around me.

   My eyes fluttered with a wave of fatigue as I lay down on the painstakingly uncomfortable bed. I didn't care if I got blood on the bed. Romen's words kept repeating themselves in my head and I felt like screaming into my pillow.

   He said he wouldn't have let me die. And that should relieve me. But I knew the only reason that was the case, was because if I died...he died.

    It was tragic, really. The man I despised most was the man that couldn't let me die.

   I felt like I was tethered to him. A small string being dragged in the wind. The fragility of the string fraying and struggling to become stronger. Struggling to become sturdy rope, or impenetrable chains. But alas I was merely a string, small and useless, trying to become more, become something it never could trying to strengthen itself. But nobody ever notices a small string in the wind.

  I wanted to walk up to the Devil, and demolish him with a frying pan. I wanted to go out to a dealership, buy an ugly fucking Prius, and run his ass over with it. After I killed him with my Prius, I would put that shit in Park and walk away because who the fuck wants a Prius?

  There was a knock on my door, and I managed a scream into my pillow before I lifted myself off the bed. My body felt heavy and sore and it took everything in me to stand up. If the Devil was at the door, I would choke him with a bar of soap and ninja kick him down a flight of stairs.

  "It's Fallon." The voice said from behind the door. I remembered that he wanted to talk to me. He wanted to explain his complete disregard for my privacy by reading my mind. I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't want to talk to anyone.

   I sighed as I swung open the door. Fallon's eyes widened slightly as he looked at me. I couldn't imagine what I looked like. My face was bloodied and bruised. The fabric of my cloak was torn, covered in the blood of myself and those I had slaughtered. Though, I probably felt worse than I looked. My spirited had been dampened by the reality of being stuck to the Devil.

   "May I come in?" Fallon asked, his black and white hair was styled neatly. He wore clean, black clothes. His pasty skin seemed to glow against the dim lighting of the hallway.

   He stood by the door, waiting for me to step aside to let him enter. I figured the things he was about to explain to me were things meant for my ears only.

   I sighed, pushing away from the door to let him through. His arms were clasped tightly behind his back as he entered.

   "You look terrible." He commented, his eyes taking in my disheveled appearance.

   "Does nobody have compassion in this place?"

   "If compassion is what you're looking for, I'm afraid you're out of luck." He sat on the edge of my bed.

    I didn't want to be here. It wasn't my choice. I was thrown into this world because of something I had no choice in. I didn't ask for the Devil to save me the night I was born. I didn't ask to be a punisher of those who had wronged. I didn't want any of this.

    Fallon turned to me, "Would you rather none of this happened?"

   I was confused at his words for a moment, but then I knew what he had just done. He read my mind, and somehow that made me more furious.