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“Please, please don’t.” Her voice was filled with tears, and a surge of pain flew up my spine. Her perfect blue eyes were pleading. I tightened my grip on her, making her listen, and making her obey. A poison was in my pocket, and I knew what I had to do. She is of no use, I told myself. No use at all.
“I love you. I love you. Please, don’t kill me! I kept your secret.” Hysteria broke out of her normally calm and collected wind chime voice. I tightened my grip. She whimpered, but spoke no more. My heart dropped below the group, and into the pits of hell. She was of no use, I told myself. No use at all.
“You don’t have to do this,” Her voice was the ocean at night, “You don’t have to.” Her head hung, the golden curls spilling over her shoulders. Her shirt was torn and bloody. Her own blood. I could feel myself sinking, lower. She is no use, I told myself. No use at all.
But the voice was dry, as I told myself. She is of use. Useful at all. But, the voice still told me the opposite. She is no use, I told myself. No use at all.
My heart stopped beating. Cold hearted demon, was I. She was a living creature, who should live.
I took the poison out of my pocket, and he appeared out of the shadows of the night, clothed in dark magic, a stunning navy blue mist. His eyes were blood red and harsh. His voice slithered through the air, like a snake. And, the navy mist entered my ear, and I heard his commands.
“Kill her,” The notes were dark, “And you shall be rewarded. She is no use. No use at all.” The poison was at my fingertips, “A drop,” The voice played its malevolence tune, a haunting wind in the summertime, “Will suffice for now. Kill her, or I shall kill you both.” Two lives were on the line. I repeated to myself. She s no use, I told myself. No use at all.
The poison was brought to her lips. She gasped. A drop was all it took. Her porcelain skin turned ashy and gray. Her eyes did not see, and her hair fell over her shoulders. A drop was left.
I am of no use, I told myself. No use at all.
The bottle was brought to my lips. And I tasted the poison.
don't ask. i seriously have no idea.
“I love you. I love you. Please, don’t kill me! I kept your secret.” Hysteria broke out of her normally calm and collected wind chime voice. I tightened my grip. She whimpered, but spoke no more. My heart dropped below the group, and into the pits of hell. She was of no use, I told myself. No use at all.
“You don’t have to do this,” Her voice was the ocean at night, “You don’t have to.” Her head hung, the golden curls spilling over her shoulders. Her shirt was torn and bloody. Her own blood. I could feel myself sinking, lower. She is no use, I told myself. No use at all.
But the voice was dry, as I told myself. She is of use. Useful at all. But, the voice still told me the opposite. She is no use, I told myself. No use at all.
My heart stopped beating. Cold hearted demon, was I. She was a living creature, who should live.
I took the poison out of my pocket, and he appeared out of the shadows of the night, clothed in dark magic, a stunning navy blue mist. His eyes were blood red and harsh. His voice slithered through the air, like a snake. And, the navy mist entered my ear, and I heard his commands.
“Kill her,” The notes were dark, “And you shall be rewarded. She is no use. No use at all.” The poison was at my fingertips, “A drop,” The voice played its malevolence tune, a haunting wind in the summertime, “Will suffice for now. Kill her, or I shall kill you both.” Two lives were on the line. I repeated to myself. She s no use, I told myself. No use at all.
The poison was brought to her lips. She gasped. A drop was all it took. Her porcelain skin turned ashy and gray. Her eyes did not see, and her hair fell over her shoulders. A drop was left.
I am of no use, I told myself. No use at all.
The bottle was brought to my lips. And I tasted the poison.
don't ask. i seriously have no idea.
