Bloodbath of the Fallen Crown

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I told you before, remember? That you'd end up killing those you love? Don't you remember? You do? Oh, that's fantastic. So you see how this came true, then? Your little guard is lying there, lifeless. The knife in your hands finished him off. You did good, today. I'm proud of you. 

"I k-killed him... I killed him... I killed him... I killed him, I... No!"

It seems like the hundredth time I've pulled my hair. The millionth time I've banged my head against this door. This can't be. I was sure I had it all under control. I had it perfectly fine until Nicolas showed up. This can't be.

I stared back at the painting once again, my heart filling with rage, beating with the goal to burst right out of my chest. I felt heartbroken, guilty, angry and, worst of all, vengeful. I pushed myself up, ripping the sheet out of the bed and wrapped it around my hand. One strong, blood-thirsty punch shattered the glass that protected the frame. The whole thing clattered to the ground, shattering further. I kicked away the frame and picked up the painting, tearing it in two. 

Walking to the side of the bed, I grabbed one of the two lamps that illuminated the room, throwing against the other. The room darkened significantly, giving me what I needed. I kicked the leg of the wooden coffee table by the corner of the room, taking apart the leg and holding it in my hand. I looked around for more things to use, but entered into panic when I heard the doorknob rattle. I crouched on the side of the bed and held the leg of the table close.

It was darker than I expected in the room, with no windows to give me any natural light. I held in my breath as the door slowly opened, a tall person coming inside. Panic and impulse won over, making me stand up and slam the leg of the table over the person, the wood snapping in half. They fell forward, crashing into something. I stepped back and kneeled over to grab onto a piece of glass.

Another person stepped forward, I grabbed onto them. Once identifying what I grabbed as the front of their shirt, I spun them around and wrapped an arm around their neck, pressing the glass to their throat.

"Anastasia! What the fuck!?"

What?

"It's us, Tasia!" A voice that was unmistakably Veronica's yelped out. I stepped back, letting the glass fall from my hand. She turned around, flashing a light at me. I covered my eyes with my hand, until she turned the light to face her. "See?"

Words wouldn't make it past my mouth as I gaped at her, who I thought had died. "B-B-But... Kat... she..." I forced myself forward, pulling her to me for a hug. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight. I couldn't hold it in as the tears once again burst through me, having me grab onto her and sob into her shoulder.

"Sia?" I gasped as I sprang apart from Veronica. She pointed the flashlight as Nicolas, who was on the floor with blood dripping down his head. I didn't think twice before falling to my knees in front of him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I thought you were dead!" I cried, grabbing onto him for dear life. His arms wrapped around my waist with a deadly hold. "I thought I had lost you!"

Nicolas pushed my hair out of my face, kissing me all over. "I was so scared." I let myself let out every last tear I had. A while ago I was grieving my boyfriend who I thought was dead. These tears were of relief, and I want to let it all out. "I wanted to die, Nick. I thought she had killed you."

His hands cupped my face, wiping the tears from my eyes. "I'm okay. I told you I'd be okay. I'm alive. We're both alive. And, Sia... she's dead. They all are."

"W-What?"

He smiled at me. It was a heartbreaking smile that didn't make me feel better. "Kiara, Fiorella, Marco and everyone else that was in here. They're dead."