I'm Scared Of You.

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"So, what!? I'm supposed to love you because of that, Solomon!? All you've ever done is freak me out! How come you've never noticed how creepy you can be, and I don't even know why-"

"If you weren't so selfish you would understand. I'm not the way I am because I chose to be.", I murmured.

She's stuck with me, but I'm stuck with him.

" Solomon, I'm scared of you. And loving you is like walking in the ocean."

"I can't live without you.", I said shrugging.

She sighed desperately. She started screaming and pulling her hair.

" Please calm down.", I begged.

"I don't know what to do. Life is hell with you."

I sighed.

"Don't be dramatic, it's annoying.", I said rolling my eyes.

I pulled her to my chest and hugged her.

"You are impossible. You were always so scary and creepy with me. You treat me like a pet and you've tried many times to separate me from my family. I can't relax even a second when I'm with you, because everything bothers you and I'm afraid you will kill me too. Your family is fucking weird, your sisters are fucking creepy. You never tell me anything. I never understand what's going on. You hold me as a hostage, not as a wife. I didn't want to get married so early, to begin with... You made my only friend and my brother leave. I've killed people, and you separated me from the kids. You lie to me all the time. We've tried to kill each other. Life is hell with you, Solomon Vernon.", she said monotonously.

"The worst part is...", She sighed. " Just take me home. I'm tired.

"Alright, sleep.", I said relieved that even after she said all those things she wants to come home.

I know I'm all those things. I just can't help it sometimes.

I take stronger doses when I feel too crazy, which makes me very sleepy and I forget many things on the way.

I get moody and... Well, I can't blame everything on my disease.

After all, I'm just awful.

[ 2 weeks later]

" I love your neck. And your eyes. And your hair. And your-"

"I got it.", she said while she drew Mefisto.

She was sitting at a table drawing with a pencil. I laid down on the couch beside her. I had my hands supporting my head upwards staring at her.

" I love you more than my snakes."

"Wow. Didn't you kill the two others?"

"They bit you. Besides my favorite one will always be this little boy."

"But I love you more than Mefisto and Pheles."

She stayed quiet and stared at the snake.

I looked down, disappointed.

She would always blush.

I sighed and sat down.

I touched the black silk of my gown.

"Your skin is as soft as this silk.", I murmured.

"And you're as skinny as this Snake".
She chuckled and continued drawing.

I frowned.

"What?", I asked.

She glanced at me.

"I said you're as skinny as this Snake."

I stood up violently and walked towards her.

She rapidly stood up too. Facing me.

"You can't be disrespectful with me.", I said firmly.

" I'll do whatever I want."

"Now, Margo?", I smirked.

No. Don't start.

"Yeah, precisely."

I sighed and didn't reply.

I doze off trying to concentrate on keeping my temper.

I can feel her big eyes staring at me.

Her big disgusting eyes.

"Would you stop staring at me!? I told you, DON'T LOOK AT ME, MAR-"

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