𝖎𝖛. it was that day

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It was that day
when I found myself
thinking
and thinking,
until I realized
that something
was wrong with me.

I was walking down the corridor
my shoes clapping
against the stones.
I turned a corner
and I saw
you
with a girl,
a girl who wasn't me.

Her brown eyes
were similar to yours,
but not as dark
And her hair
was a brunette cascade
of waves
running down her sides
ever so carelessly,
like a waterfall.

Your lips touched
tenderly.
And then they moved in sync
more and more
passionately.

I wondered what it was like
to taste them.
To taste your lips.
I could only imagine
a heavenly taste,
consisting of
peppermint
and alcohol
and cigarettes.

God, what I'd do
to taste them.

But then I felt
the utmost hatred
and an urge to suffocate,
to kill
not you,
but her.

For she was the one
tasting you.
she was the one,
who got to feel
your lips
on hers.

It should've been me.
It should've always been me.

I decided
that I hated her.
I already saw
so many opportunities
to get my revenge
to kill her,
or anyone
who touches you
ever again.

For I am the only one
for you.
I am the only one
who gets to touch you,
who gets to feel you.
I am destined to be yours
and you are destined to be
mine.

And then you left her,
her beautiful cheeks flushed
and her eyes filled
with lust
and affection.
They were beautiful eyes.

I wondered how they looked
when filled with tears.

So I stopped wondering
and I finally did it.
I made her cry
and whimper
and scream.
I made her beg for life
while my prized silver blade
cut into her thigh,
all the way to her bone,
tracing through her flesh
as I carved beautiful letters
forming a beautiful word;
mine.

Lastly,
I listened to her voice
begging and begging
while I drove the blade
through her heart
and her eyes,
those light brown eyes
turned darker
and darker
until they became black,
and the life finally
drained out of them.

She was gone,
and if I could,
I'd do it again.

It was that day
when I found myself
thinking
and thinking
until I realized
what was wrong with me.

𝑫𝑬𝑪𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬──tom riddleWhere stories live. Discover now