OBSESSED

12.

These scents of blood were like sparkles in the air that never left my nostrils alone. My eyes opened to the bodies of the dead mother and son. Their performance was truly touching but it would have to be more than that to resurrect my soul and the devils in my head.

"The irony of this all." I laughed with Villian's voice as it filled the walls that surrounded me, keep your friends close but your enemies closer, more like the opposite. Castielle's friends were all close to me and look at them now, all dead.

Instead of thinking about breakfast and school, I thought about who was next in my list, my emerald eyes glint with resentment reflecting on the hallway mirror of my entrance door where I fell asleep on the ground with the dead mother and son.

I stood up with blood on either side of me and my bloody footsteps marked on the floor, they couldn't do anything to me even if they tried, it was hopeless.

Like how hopeless I was. They would all feel what I felt when I was in the undergrounds of ugliness and self-esteem.

"You look so pretty, Villian," I muttered when I brushed my silky smooth hair with a closed mouth smile. The tingles inside my body interrupted my thoughts, it was almost like someone was pinching my stomach, I groaned as I held my stomach painfully, willing the tingles to stop.

I sighed when I placed the comb on my dresser and stood up to change my clothes, I couldn't help but wonder what were those tingles coming from. Could it be from the prayers of the people that I killed? I contemplated for a moment before the devil inside of me chuckled and shook my head awake again.

I was Villian and nobody could stop me.

I took a look at the people I ended their lives scattered in each room of my house and observed how they were turning into skeletons.

"Poor mom, you couldn't stay like the skeletons." I tutted at my beheaded mom and the ashes of what remained of her body, she was turning into nothing and that was fine by me.

I took a look at Castielle's fangirl who was cut in half, remained still on the table with eyeballs beside her body and her v****a dried of blood, cracked bones and damaged skin. She wasn't as pretty as me, Villian.

I admired the heads of the police on my wall, they tried to barge in again and I was certainly not up for another welcome, I mean they interrupted me when I was cutting the boy's hair, that was rude and I wasn't letting it go so easily so I slashed their heads off and stapled it on the walls of my home.

They should thank me, I saved their miserable wives. People ought to know not to interrupt and get in the way of other people's businesses, especially people like me.

"f**k, I'm late to school," I commented after I finished changing to a casual pink top and white jeans, grabbing my things quickly beside the fangirl's organs.

I made sure to lock the door thrice because the police tend to try to get into my house but failed miserably when they couldn't even go through the shut bolt of my entrance.

The weather was nice, not too hot nor cold, I was happy while walking and glancing at the scurried little humans.

"Now..uhm..." the history teacher stuttered and I tilted my head to the side with red eyes, I had to continue my education somehow.

"Please," I grinned abnormally, "don't get nervous on my account." I could literally feel the smell of trauma from my classmates. They made me feel that way before and it was because of them that I turned like this.

The old Castielle was at peace, but vengeful Villian took her place. I took it with a grin.

"Cut the crap!" The guy-Jeremy Dalton-the basketball leader shouted. "She's only a person like us, we can't keep getting scared." They all gulped and stared at me at the back of the class.

I sensed the divine smell-hope and recklessness. At least this time, someone actually got sick of my antics. The blue ground of the class shook at my disagreement and the tables danced together as the devil took my place and handled it this time.

Jeremy trembled as the dead classmates accompanied his words, he knew his fate clearly so I took the reigns from the devil and stood up from my seat to be closer to the reckless boy.

The devils inside of me collected the remains of the sorrowful angels that couldn't bring me back. It was greater than my own mother's words.

"Such a shame," my emerald eyes glowed when I said that in his fear stricken face, "you were my crush, would you like the chance to be my boyfriend?" I asked with a sinful smile.

"Y-Yes." His words went against the look on his face, it was pathetic how the lies tumble out of the weaklings like rain from the sky, fast and without meaning.

"Wrong answer," I shouted as his head broke the glass windows. I snorted at the upcoming seniors who just couldn't make it. If they hadn't bullied me, they could've had a chance in life.

Eh, too bad. I rolled my eyes and flipped my silky smooth hair, I went to my locker and saw the people from different classes walking away when they noticed the crazy Villian.

The silhouette behind me made me smile softly, his presence was as powerful as the devils.

"Welcome to my school," I clapped with excitement that filled my orbs, the eyes of the angels smiled back at me and that made the tingles erupt from within me. I waited for this.

"Father."