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Maybe those were self-inflicted, and she used a knife?
Either way, it doesn’t matter now. She’s safe with us. Safe to be who she truly is.
Part VI
“In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed —
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.”
—Edgar Allen Poe,A Dream
Chapter Sixteen
Fallon
I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s almost as if my body has become devoured by something much stronger than anything I have ever felt. But it’s not only my body. It’s mymind.
Everything feels different.
Ifeel different.
I know what I’m thinking—what I’m doing—is wrong, but I can’t find it in me to care. It feels euphoric to hold this knife in one hand and to feel her pulse with the other.
Her life is literally in my control, and I’ve never felt stronger. More myself.
I lift the knife and flick it open easily. The silver metal glints in the small amount of light filtering through the room. It’s cold in here—so cold I can see my breath in front of my face, but I can’t feel it. I can’t feel anything other than my heart beating, slow and steady. Sure.
Another thing that proves to me this is the right thing for me.
It’s wrong in every way, but it’s my only option.
If I were going to keep going down the suffocating path I was on, I would have died on it.
I stopped taking my meds completely and with these men in my life, guiding me, love… Loving me… I can survive. We all can—together.
I’ve never wanted anything more.
I bring the tip of the blade to the hollow of her collarbone and press against her skin experimentally. Her flesh gives way to the sharp point and a bead of red pools around the tip. My eyes widen at the sight. I’m completely enraptured.
I press harder, needing to see more, and I’m not disappointed when the blade sinks an inch inside of her skin. She shifts lethargically but remains unconscious. I barely pay her any mind as I pull the tip of the blade out and move it down her chest, dragging the tip. I can see her skin split under the point as I drag it across.
Her deep red blood wells around her wounds and slowly trickles down over her clothing before it absorbs it.
I suck in a deep breath as I sit back on my haunches, watching her blood trickle out of her. She shudders and wriggles around, but her eyes remain closed. My chest is heaving and when my arms fall into my lap, my eyes drop to the blood covered knife.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
A cool hand wraps around my wrist and I startle. The blade clatters to the musk and bleach scented floor and my eyes dart to the man kneeling next to me.
Creepy.
