Page 67 of I See Red

My eyes darken, glaring past him as if he doesn’t even exist.

“Don’t you fucking touch her. I swear to fucking god, it will be the last thing you will ever do,” I bite, my finger dead in his face, my eyes telling my mom to go to her.

All in attendance begin scavenging the area, yelling out, with pauses in hopes of hearing someone call back to us, assuming they are even alive. Leaving the love of my life, I shuffle through the snow yelling out, “Make any type of noise so we can find you.”

“Liam, Olive?”

“Olive, Liam?”

“Say something,” I shout over and over, hoping to hear a reply. My heart is broken, and I have no strength left to give, but I can’t stop.Confusion is written on my face as I search. Ivy doesn’t have friends; she stays to herself, so Olive and Liam keep coming to mind, causing me more panic as I continue to call out their names. The world already lost the most beautiful woman with the purest soul. I cannot handle another tragedy today, fuck, I need a win. Now, mere inches from the tree line, I see something in the snow. Reaching them, my legs give out, my body collapsing from above, and allI see is Red.

Dear Dairy,

Date: The night before the wedding

We are all honorable in dishonorable bodies. Tayden and I have proved that our entire lives.It IS possible to be an honorable human with deceitful traits. Perfection is a mere figment of all’s imagination who claim to encompass it, and insanity for those who spend their days and nights searching for it. It’s ironic how the human mind works. You put someone in front of a mirror, and all they pay attention to is what’s right in front of them, the thing that takes up the most space, never looking at the surroundings or the smaller objects that are shared within its space. My whole life has been a mirror, playing tricks, taking advantage of that human downfall, twisting and turning through life with everyone seeing me and not all the things shared within my space. It’s been my survival. I know it sounds warped and twisted; however, if it weren’t for the chess-playing humans who raised me, I would have never learned this. Nor would I be able to make my next move. For one can’t claim solidarity without the other’s consent. I never agreed. It was never in agreeance, but if it is, then…. well… Cheers! Let’s burn this fucking candle.

Checkmate Bitch

-RED

Queen pawn to D3, King pawn E4, Queen H5.

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