Page 5 of Priest and his Anarchist

The pen taps harder. Do I want to travel down the road of bliss, or do I want some razzle dazzle?

Electricity surges around me and I bend my head to look up at the bulb hanging above. “Cheap bastard.”

I scrub out everything I entered, feeling a familiar touch of heat surge through me.

Greetings, Darlings.

I know what you’re thinking… oh fuck. The bitch has actually picked up a pen and started to write something…You know, when people said I needed therapy, I wish they meant shock.

Where was I?

Shock therapy. A girl could hope, right? I mean not to be obvious, but I wouldn’t refuse a good pinning down….

Forgive my rudeness—actually, no—fuck you and you can choke on it.

The word for today is Revenge. You wanna know why? Well. I’m sure I’ll paint you a colorful enough picture. You see… it all started when I was a little girl. I just wanted to be happy, but she stole my life from me. She took it all. My family, my fucking world…

And him.

I didn’t even want him! But she took him. She didn’t care.

Would I live to finish this entry? Maybe not. We’ll soon find out.

Dear Diary, there was a boy, but there was also a girl.

I reread over the words. “Isn’t there always a boy?” My chest erupts with laughter.

The girl wasn’t what was important. I’d bury her at the bottom of a fucking stack of ribbons if I never had to see another one again.

She

Wasn’t

Important.

He was. Now, it all started with a boy. But he didn’t like me. He liked her. Wanna know how I know that? Bet you’re reading this and wondering how I fucking know that, right, Priest? I know because you never looked at me the way you looked at her.

Wanna know how I also know that? Mmmhmm…since you thought your precious Madness was saved and safe, tucked away for you to polish as you want.

Does she know about me?

I sure know about her.

So, wanna know how I know that you never looked at me same way you did her?

Because. I. Know.

I can see you now, reading this entry either in the Watch Tower (but let’s face it, you can’t risk it there), in the car showroom of your ridiculous Gothic mansion, or—well…there. You’re intrigued, aren’t you? Ha…ha…I love this. Well would you look at that, someone has caught Priest Hayes’s tongue and guess what, Darling? I promise not to bite hard. It’d be a shame for you to lose it, since you sure know how to use it…

Think, Priest.

How would I know…

Well, I guess it’s time for me to take you back to the beginning, so the middle makes sense…. It all started when…

A shrill of goose bumps move down my spine at the first snap of cool metal that sails down the nape of my neck and ending at my spine. The same smirk I wore moments before is wider now. “Morning, Darling. I’m rather busy. Unless you wanna play with me. Do you wanna play with me?”

He shifts my hair out of the way with the barrel of his gun, revealing the skin on my back. “Depends.” Butterflies in my belly take flight as the metal continues its travels down my vertebrae. “Will you fucking listen this time?”

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