I Dare You...

In the Beginning - Unknown POV

I've been like this for as long as I can remember. 

Being alone, clawing with bloodied fingernails at my scarred skin, alone in the dark. Daddy's belt is my friend, he's the only one that comes near me. Leaving me with colour. Beautiful red. 

It's the colour that I see when you're not with me; the scorching fury that boils within me when the blue from the bruises, the same colour of your eyes, is no longer painted on my skin.

I think it's the colour of my hair, but I've been in the dark for so long I can't remember. As I scream into the dark I can feel the red slipping down my throat, leaving a trail of agony as it makes it's path into my belly. I am collared by shattered fragments of blue and red. Your eyes, pools of angelic azure, they bore into my own empty sockets as though you could see beneath the scars, beneath the red.

I need to escape!

I wake up in unknown places with someone else's red underneath my fingernails, dying my skin like crimson acrylic on canvas.

I've been following you for years, my letters of love are painted with the blood of those who have died for us! Why can't you see that? The more people that die for our cause, the better off we'll be, I promise you!

I'll write your name in my skin with a blade, if you'll love me.

I'll build a sculpture of you with the bodies of the empty vessels who have died for us.

Do you understand now?! You can't escape me!

I dared you to try and leave me, and to my surprise you did.

I can hear hollow laughter echoing in the dark, but I don't know who's laughing.

But then again, you never could turn down a dare. 

Could you?