OBSESSED

02.

"This isn't you, Castielle!" She grabbed the cross to scare my soul off and I laughed at her attempts to return me pure. Her wide red-rimmed eyes and filled with tears told me she was scared of me, she thought I was truly possessed.

She wasn't wrong.

I neared her with a vicious look on my face as my aura kept darkening and the bathroom lights turned on and off at the devil that increased my obsession. She screamed, grabbing the cross to her heart and collapsed on the floor when the phone broke in my hand.

"Castielle, snap out of this." She hollered but it was too late. The devil shaped my hands around her neck and choked her to death, her eyes looking upward to indicate her eternal surrender.

I stared at the mirror, my hair frizzy and thick, my red eyes gleamed and my body still fat. Tomorrow, all things would change but for now, I kept gazing at the mirror.

Mom was put into the basement since I lived alone with her anyway, there would be nobody that would be suspicious since her death was fast enough.

••••

The clock happily ticked to show that it was time for high school.

But that wasn't what I was excited about. It was time to end her existence and haunt her soul.

I walked inside the bus and sat at the last seat with my long black skirt and black shirt. I quite liked black, like the color of the beautiful bad blood which was my favorite.

The golden girl approached their seats in front with her popular groups of friends and I checked her appearance, my obsession craved hungrily.

Take her now.

Why is she pretty when she's supposed to be you?

Haunt her soul and be her.

Be pretty by wearing her skin on yours and nobody will bully you.

My eyes almost turned red but I kept an inner leash on myself for the time being. Villian Grenova wouldn't see what was coming, her prettiness was what I wanted and I would get in today.

My grey dimmed eyes took in the way she laughed, the way she flipped her hair and talked to her friends, the smooth skin she had and the color of her hair, her body, and her face. I would be like her.

I wanted to take her after high school; kidnap her and rip her skin from her bones, wearing it over mine. Due to my obsession craving much more, I decided it was better at lunchtime where she would be on stage, announcing the news.

Yep. Golden girl was big on social media for being Miss universal queen. Something I had wanted to be all my life. She used the weak side of me, unfortunately for her, she didn't know that it gave off the strength to my obsession.

They were all pathetic bullies, I was the metronomic girl to them, something they saw tiny off but once the lunchtime program was announced, all their heads were going to be flying off like a confetti by the devil inside of me. He was that hungry for souls.

"Oh my god, it's her," Villian Grenova, spat at me and flipped her hair again.

My glinting eyes took in her outfit, a pink mini skirt, and a blue crop top, showing off her belly button that I would have next. She stood in front of me when we got out of the bus to high school.

"Hi." I smiled at her as she widened her eyes, not expecting me to talk back like a normal human, my creepy smile made her shiver.

"I don't talk to my lesbian lovers." She sassed and winked at me before going off with her friends, her long legs were something that would add to my beauty when I s***h them and take them as my legs instead of my filled scratchy ones.

Her friends followed like minions and I walked behind, with a crazed look that got all the students away in a flash. My blonde hair tied up in a small bun and my grey eyes darkened as the devil nurtured to my cravings.

I attended to my classes daily, I wasn't a talker and definitely, the teachers were freaked out of their minds because I used to draw blood puddles and decapitated bodies around when they told us to write what we did in the summer holidays.

I wouldn't expect them to like me. I meant that I was ugly to them and if I became like Villian Grenova, I would be of interest. I would become exactly like her, I would wear her body as skin, her eyes on top of mine and her hair. I would be Villian Grenova.

Just a little more twisted.

The event I was waiting for finally came as students filed in the assembly hall the high school had and the golden girl strode in gracefully. My eyes craved all of her in one look.

"Good afternoon, I hope you had a very nice lunch!" Her bright voice welcomed people and I stood there, in the first row as the devil shook me when it strived for her elegance and beauty.

My fingers twitched, cracking as my eyes turned red, Villian was still talking in a cheerful tone with her white short dress and straightened hair, didn't take notice in me as the devil took action and entered her body, making her scream, but failed because she was a strong believer, her body didn't let the devil possess her and so, it went back inside of me but I was the one who had the turn next.

"Hey, Villian Grenova," I stood on the stage right in front of her, "I am obsessed with you." The devil tone spoke inside of me this time.

The audience scattered in horror as I continued to laugh at the cowardly ants escaping, blood spattered on her face when I lifted the bucket of my blood that I had been saving and drenched her in it.

"I quite like you with my blood, suits the dress more." She let out a blood-curling scream when my red eyes stared closer into hers.