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
Grace- “Grey is safe… I sent my men to pick him up from the school, you’ll meet him soon.” He jumped out of the window and I gasped. It’s too high,“I’ll catch you, hurry up…” he uttered, extending his arms wide. Can I really do this? I'm scared, I’ll get caught again. They’ll break my bones again; they’ll try to kill me. No, I can’t do this. “Grace… I'm here, I’ll save you from every fall, just let go.” he wasn’t rushing me, he was assuring me, I could see it in his eyes. “Leave all your worries here, your past, your nightmares, everything, just come with me.” his words felt so inviting that I’d jump off from a cliff for him. I let go, just like he said and landed in his arms, he hugged me tightly preventing the fall, his steps stumbled but he managed to save me, just as he promised. I panted from the thrill, he took my heels in his right hand, our hands locked together just like our eyes. “You can run, right?” he looked at me, adrenaline rushing inside my body and I just wante
Grace- “Grey…?” I opened the door; I don’t know for how long he has been planning things because this house didn’t look like a one-day thing. “Grace…” I heard a small sniffle and saw my brother storming out of a room. His eyes shedding tears like he had been crying for hours now. He ran in my arms, his tears soaking dry in my dress and I squat down to hug him back. “It’s okay… I'm here…” I hushed him gently rubbing his back. I can’t believe I neglected him completely because of my own problems. His hands clutched the hem of my dress and didn’t want to let go. “Is boyfriend uncle coming too?” he looked at me breaking away the hug. His hopeful eyes wanted to hear a yes from me, a yes, I couldn’t give him,because that yes will haunt me in my dreams. I wiped his tears and looked at Phoenix, I don’t know how to answer him. Phoenix stepped forward and picked him up in his arms. “Grey, do you know we have the same eye color?” Phoenix questioned in a low voice. We were exhausted from
Grace- I opened my eyes, the chains around my hands were gone as if they finally believed I gave up and escaping is not an option. Like I have adapted to this world, to the hungry monsters who come and assault me every night. I don’t know what sun feels like, what apricity is or what the outside world looks like now. After three years of captivity, I thought I could breathe but the walls were coming at me. This room,this very room, the room with torments…my lips quivered from fear and I felt my hands shaking. My mind is eating me up alive, my bones are shaking to break, and I can’t feel my lungs rising and falling. As if I'm standing motionless, paralyzed at my place. Even though I had a chance I wouldn’t grab it, although my heart is screaming to go out. Where will I go? What will I do? I can’t move, my body doesn’t wanna move, it’s stiff, it's broke. The scars on my body everywhere except my face. My face is what they loved. My body is what they used. I saw the window, th
Grace- “Is i---it okay if I do this?” He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, his t-shirt that I was wearing. “What?” I drawled, having no idea what he’s saying. His grip tight on the cloth hanging around my neck, he panted before tearing it apart. I gasped at his audacity. “This…” That devilish smirk on his face, those evil thoughts going on in his mind. I don’t know where they came from but I was enjoying it, every bit of it. A giggle escaped from my mouth, because I thought he’d be forever gentle with me, I don’t want him to be gentle, I want him to give me what I haven't got since forever. It’s a given that having a shitty past, I might want gentle sex, no, I don’t want it, and I was glad he understood it, without me having to say it. But I want him to be rough because I know he’s not them. I want him to make me scream, with pleasure as I dig my nails inside his skin. I'm not a masochist but I don’t want ‘lilies and fairies’ type of sex. I don’t want petals on my bed, I want our
Grace- I panicked, my breathing went shallow and I could see nothing but red. “H---hey, Grace…” I heard his muffled voice; I ran around gasping for air, looking for something, it’s gone, my only driving force is gone. “I need you to calm down…” He grabbed my hand, forcing me to look at him. His eyes, they don’t seek answers, they seek peace, for me. “I have that diary with me.” I froze, should I be happy it’s here, or drown in water because it’s here with him. “What?”“The Stefan’s high one, right?” I nodded at his words. I followed his breath to even mine, he was calming me down without even knowing it,he calmed me down. “D---did you open it?” I managed to ask him. “I’ve read it before but this time I didn’t because you told me what’s in it already. Plus, it is person---” I didn’t let him complete his sentence and locked his lips with me. This is for giving me the only thing I have never got, privacy. Not touching something that’s mine, without my will. “Whoa… love birds…” I
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