Grace- “Phoenix…” I gasped in between, none of us wanting to part slash ruin slash destroy, this beautiful time. “Say it again…” he whispered under his breath, his hands touching the tissue beneath my skin. “What?”“My name…” “Oh you mean… PhOeNiXy?” I chuckled in a low voice teasing him. His gaze buried on me, carving something called a smile out. “So, you like making jokes?” he led me to the bed and thumped our body on it. His hands squirming on my frame and I felt an insane need to laugh. “Will you tease me again?” his eyes bright, beaming with happiness. His words full of love, melting my heart and I let my guard down. I let it down, only before him. A slight giggle escaping from my mouth, an uncertainty of happiness taking over. How long will it last? A few days, minutes, seconds or… until he dies? Because of me. “Gracie… you’re smile is beautiful…” his hands stopped, his eyes stopped, I believe my heart stopped as well. “You’re a miracle Grace… you’re my miracle.” He
Grace- His silence shut me down rather than the words that fell out of his mouth. Shouldn’t I go after him? And do what… chase him like darkness? A life like mine, there’s no such thing as ‘happiness’, in it. How can I be so dumb and still look for it? What I see in this obscurity is hands that smell like blood and cigarette and not roses and ‘Phoenix’. But I want to run from this reality, hide in a box, a reality where I broke a pure heart, a heart of gold, something I never had, something I can never have,something I will never have. Because that’s me, a demon, a young demon, who voluntarily chooses the moon over the sun, the dark over bright,and the night over daylight. I sniffled, not wanting to bawl but it’s like the chains that were tying me are now broken, letting my spirit roam free and the first things it wants is to cry. Because my only hope of happiness is gone, because the smile I had had only lasted a few seconds, the dreams I saw will become nightmares because
Grace- I haven't seen Phoenix for days, it’s like he has vanished into thin air. Even the finest line of my body is screaming that he’s gone, but my heart doesn’t want to listen. As if waiting for him would change anything, he left, for good. Maybe I sent him far away, where he’s better off without me. But my heart aches, every time I look at my door, there’s nothing but emptiness. And our happy place is giving me sorrows, I’ve never felt this lonely before. I never really needed people in my life, but ever since he entered in it, filling that void, and now that he’s gone, I'm realizing how much I needed it, how much I need him. He gave me twice the void I had before, he gave me pain to go through it alone and while I thought I’ll have him by my side no matter, I'm standing here,alone,and the worst part is,I can’t even blame him. Levi hadn’t touched me since that night, that little moment of sorry, he said if sorry had a meaning, but even if it had, would he know it? Would h
Grace- “That’s the problem… u run.” He held my hand; I realized staying will make me weak. Weak enough to give in. “Because when I stay, I destroy things.” I jerked his hands off and ran inside. I locked myself inside my room, the small box, under the bed, hiding from eyes,eyes that belong to me,eyes that are cussing at me,My bones are stained with sins, scorched from fires, broken by betrayal, soaked with blood so I have no right to impure that soul. Darkness seeks light not to gleam itself but to take it’s shine, consume it, kill it. And I’ll do my best to stay away from him. End it before starting it, the tears falling from my eyes might dry, but his blood on my hands will never fade. My soul is too dark for him, and if I remind myself about my murk, I’ll realize that I don’t deserve peace. “Grace…” I heard a knock on the door, my body flinched and I squatted into the smallest space available. I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to. Another bang and I looked at the silhouette
Grace- He opened his eyes, with a wide smirk appearing on his lips. He was laughing at me, my stupidity because I thought I could win, I could escape,from the hell he created. But I take the charge, I burn the walls, and I break free. He didn’t budge from his place; he wasn’t scared of death I saw it in his eyes. His jade green eyes, deep, vibrant green that look almost like turquoise smiled before his lips curved upwards. “Angel… are you scared?” I'm good at hiding it but he’s an expert in finding it. He found the dread inside me; he found my hands trembling no matter how hard I tried to conceal. I'm not scared,I'm not scared,I'm not scared of him, because I can burn him, I have the power, I have the will. “I can kill you…” I let out a low voice, though I want to shout. “I will kill you…” I placed my finger on trigger, I glared at him, with hungry eyes, hungry for his blood. I closed my eyes and pressed the trigger, a sound little to nothing as if I clicked a switch, I ope
Grace- I dropped Grey and went back home, because I saw him, standing at the door, waiting for me. He was my home. Our eyes met and my heart palpitated, longing for his warmth. But what’s the point in hoping, hope is such a negative word,we hope for things,and we keep on hoping,knowing that’ll never happen. Just like I know, Phoenix and I, we will never happen. I got down from the car, Luther opened the door for me, however I was too lost, searching for a Grace in Phoenix’s eyes. A Grace that was gone,33. Other than beauty? he walked inside, he didn’t look at me, like I don’t exist. I believed he’d wait for me but the world doesn’t stop,if we go to sleep,if we die. It moves on as if a leaf had fallen and no one is affected by it, my steps wanted to follow him, my heart wanted to follow him and I did. “Ms. Grace…” but before I could, Luther stopped me. His head gazing at his toes. “Is something bothering you?” He questioned sending chills all over my body, did I make it t
Grace- “I---I… t---there was j---just something on m---my fa---face, he---” he started leaving, his eyes startled and I jerked my hand off, breaking free from Phoenix’s grip. “Luther… p---please d---don’t tell Levi. He---” I nearly begged, my hand gripped around his, trying to stop him. I felt like I'm going to die soon, this is hell, no, I'm on my way to hell, Levi will push me inside it. Luther didn’t say a word, he wasn’t looking at me. “Grace… step back.” Phoenix uttered, I couldn’t as if I ignored him, because if I listened to my heart, he’ll end up dead, just like those bodies, I saw. Luther was the one who killed them but Levi gave the orders, and both of them are equally dangerous. “Ms. Grace, let go of my hand, I don’t want to hurt you…” Luther uttered, his gaze still not meeting mine, I can see how devoted he is to his master, and that scares me. “Hurt her? Try touching her and you’ll see what landing in hell feels like…” Phoenix strolled in my direction. He held my ha
Grace- “Luther t---told me about the ball so, I---I stopped by at a shop to buy a d---dress…” I didn’t have control on my stammering and he raised an eyebrow. It was the only thing I could think of, “is it true Luther?” I'm screwed, I'm dead, my wings will be chopped off before I take off. Luther walked inside, his gaze looking at the white marble beneath us. I want to run before he opens his mouth, before he outs me, I have to jump from that window and escape. “Yes, Boss…” my eyes went wide as Luther helped me without even pleading. I wanted to cry, I wanted hug him, thank him for not ruining my dreams. “Well then, save it for later and wear the one brought for you, okay?” Levi didn’t dwell much into the details, he seemed happy. But the trust he has over his man Luther, I don’t know what to call it. I'm ruining bonds, and maybe Luther’s life is in danger too because of me. “Also, I don’t want any chaos tonight. Please behave well for me, angel.” He took a stride in my d
Life and death, it doesn’t come with a warning, dreams and nightmares are the same. Because I found him standing before me, nightmare? No. My death. One moment I was dying with pleasure and the other, I had Levi’s words ringing inside my head. The notion called sanity has turned into just vague and timid emotions for me. Not him but his death haunts me, and at times like these? “You okay?” His brow rose up, worry cascading on his face, I want to nod, I want to say yes but I can’t. And I'm guilty, I'm feigning ignorance. I don’t want to face the look he’s having right now, the look which is not sympathetic, because my eyes, they speak a different language than usual. The thought of thinking about Levi in an indecent way never struck me before, and by this am I, am I breaking Phoenix’s heart? Am I, am I cheating on him? With a dead person? I want to shut these thoughts down, because I know I love him, but by any chance do I have feelings for Levi at the same time? No, no, I'm
The value of life for me has become ambiguous. What is life other than days of death and nights of haunts? Isn’t it better to just end it? When all I see is dick waiting to be shoved inside some pussy. But I didn’t know, killing someone would make my soul bright. I feel reborn. I feel invincible, I feel like I can take over the world and nothing, nothing scares me anymore. “Where were you?” His hoarse voice was enough to tell me the storm I'm about to face soon. A hint of rage coursing through. I looked around the dark hall, no one but a sound, a sound, anger, ire, fury, Phoenix. Words that don’t go along with him were what I felt all together coming at me. And before his frame, the bright caramel eyes appeared within the dark. I gasped. “God, you scared me.” I tried to mock it off. “I scared you?” He growled and sluggishly ambled at me. His hands crossed at his chest, waiting for a justification I don’t have. Of course, I'm not going to tell him I killed someone, and I’m ha
I love Phoenix, but remember when I said that maybe I'm ready to give up on my past and start a new life with him? Forget it. Because I'm not ready. I never will be, the fluid named vengeance runs as blood in my veins and I’d be dead if not for it. I had hope, in the basement. Revenge was that hope. You see, I never lied when I said, I am a beast. The names on the diary, Archie killed them from the first page, since he’s locked up at Levi’s mansion, he couldn’t have finished them off. So, I’ll start from the end. Phoenix doesn’t know, he shouldn’t. He’s right, I don’t do walks, because I kill. But when did it start? When I had finally given up on this diary, I was about to throw it off the bridge. To start anew, fresh, road to unicorns and clouds and skies and everything bright. The water as blue as the sky, the sky I wanted to touch, and that day I realized I'm not meant to touch it. I took a deep breath, I had Phoenix’s poems, his emotions printed on his book, I don’t need
Grace- I’m not the narrator, this is my story. And I choose how I live it. However strong I may act, deep down I recall the moment when I held the gun before him and I didn’t feel powerful, I felt like a traitor. Weapons that sometimes make you feel invincible, take your strength away. The gun that’s supposed to save you, take your life, and all you see blood scattered around, his blood, Levi’s blood. So, the power I felt was nothing but my fears gushing inside to press the trigger and take his life. And no matter how hard I try, his face, is always before me. And the agony of his words never seems to fade. He said, he doesn’t know fancy words to woo girls, and I want scoff at him and forget about it. But it turns out that he is a liar, a rather professional one. I’d be lying if I said, I don’t think about him, I want to lie though. But whenever I close my eyes, a loop of memories hit me and as if I had less nightmares to live, Levi’s face added as a dressing on the top. My b
Levi- I’d lose to her endlessly but, I would never lose her. I don’t fucking care, how many wounds I get, or how many times I have to reincarnate. But for her, I’d come back, every time. Did I love her to let her go? Who the fuck am I? A stupid protagonist? Let her go just to see her smile, to hell with that. If only she killed me, or ruptured a spleen, made me frail even to walk, so that I had reasons to stop looking for her but, now that I’m alive, I will look for her. I won’t wait for that silver lining; I’ll fucking bring the clouds down and see if she was sitting up there. “Don’t people drown themselves in alcohol at times like these?” I wonder how he managed to come out alive, when he had a rib broken, a dislocated shoulder. “You consider alcohol as a numbing agent, but I want to feel every inch of my bones shatter, I want to feel this pain.” So that the grief shrieks with joy and tells me it was worth the torment. So that when she mends me, I could feel the joy of being
This is the diary that Grace found in her room. The diary with poems, figured, you'd want to read it.I met a girl today, beautiful and beautiful and beautiful and everything including beautiful. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I should or else I don’t know what to name this.Tragedy of souls that binds,that blinds,and all the wounds she gave me,wounds that I don’t mind,wounds I don’t hide,I confide,and just want our bodies to collide,and make her mine.Say you hate me,say you want to kill me,but never say,you want to leave me.If I vanish one day,remember to find me in your heart. If I could give you the world, I would.I should,But you are my world so,how I could?The way she moves her hair, like she’s calling for me. The way her laughter fills the room, I want to go deaf to the world’s gibberish.I believe I have fallen in love, and I‘m still falling... the only sound my heart can hear is... ’Make her yours.‘I’m unfamiliar with love,however, I’ll try ev
Phoenix- I just had moved from London and the last year of my schooling turned out to be a mandatory job. So, I was forced to complete it. I had forever been a loud kid, however my brother, Levi was always so quiet, that you wouldn’t even know his presence in the room until you see him in flesh and bones. He always walked like he never existed in this world, he only had one friend who was most likely to be Luther and didn’t talk to anyone… not even me. And then I entered the famous school in the city, ‘Stefan’s High’, and as expected it was boring until my eyes fell at something forbidden. “So, can I call you, my love?” An ugly ass blonde jerk, calling for someone. I followed his gaze and my insides twitched. Who is she? You see a star falling, but before you close your eyes to make a wish… it vanishes, that’s what happened. She was so beautiful that government should bar the number of eyes staring at her, including mine. It should be illegal; it is illegal to be this beautiful
Levi-Then, I guess I am an idiot and I'm proud of being one.For all the murders I committed so far, if only I took the life of the beasts who were laying hands on her, she wouldn’t be in pain.“Your phone is ringing!” Luther exclaimed breaking me out of my thoughts. “Is it him… again?” He questioned.My silence was enough for him to understand that it was none other than Ethan Redd. A name that shatters my bones.Apparently, Grace was not the only one having a bad childhood but it’s just that knowing her story, knowing whatever she went through, made my agony feel nothing in comparison.I just had this one animal in my life while she had to face the beats she didn’t know, her own m---mother. That charlatan of a mother, how heartless does one has to be to hate her own child?I'm glad Cassie’s dead but I wish to bring her back to life and kill her myself.“Why don’t you block him?” Luther added and I snorted at his. “Like technology will keep him away… he’s coming, no matter what!”I
Levi-Grace was sleeping soundly when I entered her room. I recalled the scar she has on her belly, it made me feel dead and the words escaped my mouth.“I’m sorry… Grace!!” I whispered under my breath and her lips furrowed as if she was throwing a tantrum.“I wish I could change everything; I wish I had taken you by your hand the night you were being sold.”I heard a movement; she could wake up any moment. But before I did, my eyes landed on a diary poking out of her pillow.I grabbed it carefully and vanished like I don’t exist. I rushed back to my room, I might be committing a sin but then again, I am no saint.I opened the first page, this diary was on the verge of falling apart, it was so old, older than my existence I believe.I flipped the page and saw names… so many of them, I turned pages but found the same thing. I don’t know what it was, just names of random people.I scratched my head in shock, what does it even mean?“Who else should I kill? Give me the names, tell me and