Page 110 of Love Sick

A tear slips from Alanna’s eye. “Yes. More than you know. You’ve both broken my heart.”

Luna bursts into laughter. “No, we haven’t…not yet anyway.”

“I saved your life.”

“That was your mistake then. You deserve every single thing you’re about to get.”

Before Alanna can plead her case, Luna mounts the table, her primitive goddess taking the reins. She unbuckles the strap around Alanna’s chest and when Alanna rises up, Luna punches her in the face. Alanna struggles as Luna pounces on her, pinning her down.

This is Luna’s show, and I watch, utterly aroused as she rips open the front of Alanna’s dress. I’ve seen this before, and I know this is going to leave a mess.

“No, please, Luna, no! Don’t do this. You’re not a killer. You’re a good person. I’ll confess to everything. I’ll tell them what I did and the treatment of the patients. No more blood. No one else needs to suffer.”

Luna uses her weight to keep Alanna down as she ponders on Alanna’s offer of redemption. “What do you think?”

I shrug, unimpressed. “I think she can do better.”

“You promised to never leave m-me,” Alanna sobs, which is what Luna wants.

She wants to break her down and ensure she leaves this earth with nothing but pain. “And he won’t. Your heart will always be with him.”

She leans down and presses a kiss to Alanna’s mouth—the final goodbye.

Alanna sobs, terrified and alone.

I should feel something. But she conceived us—we are her creation, and it’s time we showed our creator what exactly she reared into his world.

“P-please.” It’s her final plea. “Don’t kill me.”

Luna suddenly goes quiet, and I wonder if maybe she has a change of heart…but it’s because of her heart and what was done to it that we’re here.

“Oh, sweetie…you can’t kill what’s already dead.”

Luna suddenly springs up and raises her arms above her head before bringing them back down and slamming the scalpel into Alanna’s chest. She doesn’t think twice as she begins dragging the blade downward, carving Alanna open like a turkey on Thanksgiving.

Alanna’s wheezes become winded breaths as her body goes into shock. I wonder how it feels. She did the same thing to Joy, so it seems fitting the same is done unto her.

Luna’s white gown is slathered in blood and the deeper she cuts, the louder I hear Alanna’s heart beating.

It’s music—a macabre beat that both Luna and I dance to.

Luna hums a song, ‘Heroes’ by David Bowie as she smashes down onto Alanna’s rib cage with a tool which resembles a hammer. I understand the significance of this song.

This is dedicated to Misha.

Once Luna has opened Alanna up, I slowly walk over, and the gory, bloody mess is far from the precise incision Alanna performed on Joy.

But this, nowthisis a masterpiece.

I see Alanna’s heart is still beating when Luna slashes through the top of the aorta and cuts through tissue and arteries so she can reach into Alanna’s chest cavity and rip out her heart.

She holds it in her bloody hands, head hung in victory becausethisis how our story should end.

Alanna is dead…and my Luna…she’s never looked more alive.

She turns to me, heart in her hands, and she has two blood teardrops smudged down her cheeks.

Even though she killed without remorse, her blood is mixed with tears because we’re not complete monsters.

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