Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 10, 2009 23:06:07 GMT -5
"Ali, come out! Please!"
The dark-haired girl screamed to drown them out, her hands clutched to her opposite arms as though forcibly holding herself together.
The door, resounding visibly with the force of their blows, was blocked by a chair and a desk, the windows boarded up crudely. The room was dark, a lone lightbulb planted in the midle of the ceiling the only light source. Razorblades and knives scattered the floor, some clean, others splattered in ruby drops.
Alianore curled into her corner further, her keening screams lowering to stifled sobs, her lower arms wet with salty tears. Her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth gritted to keep silent. The force of her forbidden sobs racked her body, making it quiver and shake horribly.
"Ali, please! You were wrong!"
Lies. Alianore let go of her arms to clamp her hands over her ears in attempt to stop them. They were lying to stop her. Lying. Lies. Liars.
She howled, eyes straining open. "STOP IT!" she screeched, her fingers tearing at her hair.
"No."
That single-syllable word tore through her walls, freezing her in her tracks.
"No. She was right."
The accent... It ripped her heart open. Right... Her hands fell limply to her sides. I was right... The light cast a dim glow on her pale arms, highlighting the angry red scars protruding from her wrists.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes glazed over. "Right.." she croaked. Then she started laughing, a low, maniacal cackle that rose in volume slowly.
Her eyes fixed on the barricaded door. Grabbing a long, threatening-looking knife, she ripped the desk and chair away mercilessly, her lips twisted into a mockery of a smile.
Wrenching the door open, she found herself staring into the shocked, blue eyes of the Australian man she so hated.
The man she so loved.
"I was right, was I, Valon?" she asked in a cracked voice, leering at him. He stepped back, noting the knife.
"Y-yeah..." He gulped. "Y-you were... I was with Mai..."
Her deadly grin widened. "Really...?" She threw her head back and laughed again. "You admit it! How brave!"
Snapping her head back to him, her violet eyes sharpening drastically. "I really hope you forgive me for this, Valon."
She paused, debated. "Actually, I hope you hate me for your eternity in Hell." The grin was back, mocking him even as she raised her knife... aimed it...
And shoved it into his throat all in a few seconds.
Howling with laughter as he collapsed to the ground, eyes wider and blank, still trying to remove the sharp object as his lifeblood spilled from him, she kicked him in the stomach. "Hope you burn," she said cheerfully,"And I'll burn with you."
Snatching the knife from his throat, causing more blood to pour out, using both hands, she raised the knife, parallel to her heart, and stabbed, the already crimson blade piercing into her chest.
She fell beside him, and, in their last moments of life, she smiled, softer now. "It's like a twisted Romeo and Juliet..." she whispered, drawing her hand up to cup his face,"Except no one will read it."
She watched his eyes close, then she let go, letting the darkness overcome her. They lay there, side-by-side...
A twisted Juliet and her Romeo.
The dark-haired girl screamed to drown them out, her hands clutched to her opposite arms as though forcibly holding herself together.
The door, resounding visibly with the force of their blows, was blocked by a chair and a desk, the windows boarded up crudely. The room was dark, a lone lightbulb planted in the midle of the ceiling the only light source. Razorblades and knives scattered the floor, some clean, others splattered in ruby drops.
Alianore curled into her corner further, her keening screams lowering to stifled sobs, her lower arms wet with salty tears. Her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth gritted to keep silent. The force of her forbidden sobs racked her body, making it quiver and shake horribly.
"Ali, please! You were wrong!"
Lies. Alianore let go of her arms to clamp her hands over her ears in attempt to stop them. They were lying to stop her. Lying. Lies. Liars.
She howled, eyes straining open. "STOP IT!" she screeched, her fingers tearing at her hair.
"No."
That single-syllable word tore through her walls, freezing her in her tracks.
"No. She was right."
The accent... It ripped her heart open. Right... Her hands fell limply to her sides. I was right... The light cast a dim glow on her pale arms, highlighting the angry red scars protruding from her wrists.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes glazed over. "Right.." she croaked. Then she started laughing, a low, maniacal cackle that rose in volume slowly.
Her eyes fixed on the barricaded door. Grabbing a long, threatening-looking knife, she ripped the desk and chair away mercilessly, her lips twisted into a mockery of a smile.
Wrenching the door open, she found herself staring into the shocked, blue eyes of the Australian man she so hated.
The man she so loved.
"I was right, was I, Valon?" she asked in a cracked voice, leering at him. He stepped back, noting the knife.
"Y-yeah..." He gulped. "Y-you were... I was with Mai..."
Her deadly grin widened. "Really...?" She threw her head back and laughed again. "You admit it! How brave!"
Snapping her head back to him, her violet eyes sharpening drastically. "I really hope you forgive me for this, Valon."
She paused, debated. "Actually, I hope you hate me for your eternity in Hell." The grin was back, mocking him even as she raised her knife... aimed it...
And shoved it into his throat all in a few seconds.
Howling with laughter as he collapsed to the ground, eyes wider and blank, still trying to remove the sharp object as his lifeblood spilled from him, she kicked him in the stomach. "Hope you burn," she said cheerfully,"And I'll burn with you."
Snatching the knife from his throat, causing more blood to pour out, using both hands, she raised the knife, parallel to her heart, and stabbed, the already crimson blade piercing into her chest.
She fell beside him, and, in their last moments of life, she smiled, softer now. "It's like a twisted Romeo and Juliet..." she whispered, drawing her hand up to cup his face,"Except no one will read it."
She watched his eyes close, then she let go, letting the darkness overcome her. They lay there, side-by-side...
A twisted Juliet and her Romeo.