CURSED

Isabella pulled the knife from her chest and smirked, her blood started to slowly stain her neat shirt and dripped.
"was that supposed to hurt?" her tone was airy and devilish her their was evil in her that resisted to show mercy.
"Monster you are a monster" the guy cried in fear and started trembling unknowingly, she hummed terrifying the guy even more.
her dark black hair ruffled as the wind passed
she wore a grin, an evil grin on her pale face her big kohled eyes narrowed at the guy in front of her.
"you know they are all afraid of me, well...I don't blame them...." she took a breath and continued "...Because sometimes I'm afraid of myself too" she said looking nowhere in particular.
***
In which she was craving to die and he was living just because of her.
A story about a curse; a warrior with a dead heart and a broken prince.