OBSESSED

08.

The fangirl of the dead Castielle was laid out in my entrance-pool of light blood circulated the shape of my good looking two feet. I could tell she drank a lot of water from the purity in the color of her blood.

More annoying people hollered towards me when they saw the poor girl's half waist and half chest on the floor. My obsession was angry at the fact that she decapitated my mother so I took both halves of her body in my arms and closed the door with my bloodied feet.

I seethed out curses when I placed her on the table-to where mother once was when I replaced her jaw with mine.

"Don't you just love it when your eyes glow like that?" Villian's voice said to the girl, whose eyes were divine under the neon white lights of the kitchen that swayed in strings aligned on the kitchen ceilings. It was such a shame I didn't know that girl, she had potential but oh well.

I stripped her bare as my eyes took in her milky skin color all the way down to her blonde pubic hair on the other half down the waist. It was sad that she wanted to be Castielle's and not mine. We would have been good friends.

The needles kept me company when my hands took the skins of the dead girl to deform him-like she did to my mother. I was the only one allowed to do that.

"And when your beautiful dead skin shiver to the cold after death?" I continue to ask as my Villian possession took over. Her body reacted so peacefully as goosebumps invade the little hairs on her arms. The meat on her hips was maroon colored and thick with blood.

The time remained still to me when my eyes focused on deforming the girl's body when I take a long needle and insert it inside of her stomach, detaching the skin out to reveal her organs.

"I'll try to be careful," I assured her when I took the needle out and near her female crotch.

"Slowly steady, all the way inside," I said in a singing light voice as my pretty green eyes watch the blood drips as the needle went inside to her lady lips. My obsession told me to hurry up and so I shoved it roughly all the way to her organs as my palm also entered her.

Her body jolted when the kidneys came outside of her v****a on my palm and disposed it into the garbage can in a plastic bag, my bloodied hands took her eyeballs out of their sockets also, relishing in the good madness.

I will have to take them tomorrow to school so people can know how dangerous I could be.

I smirked widely at my piece of art: her mouth under her neck attached with pins, her eyes black with veins and nothing at all, her detached lady lips and waist bloodied.

"You look amazing, darling." I cheered in awe when I got down on the kitchen floor with my bloody outfit and wash my hands on the sink. I managed to grab my mom's bald head and placed it on the kitchen table beside the girl.

I smiled when I sat down next to my decapitated slumped down the body of my mother.

"So, mom," I casually asked her as I eyed the second masterpiece as the devil within me laughed along, "did you enjoy what you saw?" I could hear her pride in me from all the way up there in heaven, I was finally what she wanted her daughter to be.

Amazing, pretty and delicate. Just like art.

My eyes reveled in the mushy serenity when mom was seated beside me and the parts welcomed me under the lights.

I never thought I had the power to do any of this when I used to be Castielle but Villian helped me with her strong believer power and the devil possessed her into me, just like how I wanted all along.

Nobody could stop me because what was inside of me was bigger than anything else.

Mom told me that before and I agreed with her. Cutting and slashing parts was the power that was hidden from me all along and I found it in my obsession for Villian Grenova. Never Castielle or a fangirl or even mom could stop this anymore.

I am the killer, Villian Grenova, the golden queen of all things beautiful.

Weak Castielle couldn't do half of the things I could do as Villian. I should feel blessed to have ended her life and stopped the bullying against me. Now, they had no choice but to treat me nicely and bow down to me.

I laugh at the pathetic view of more police cars and people in front of my house for a petition against the devil. They were all naïve thinking that they could make me disappear.

Taking the body of my mom, I dragged her to the bedroom upstairs and placed her on the bed, I stroked her neck with sad forest eyes that got darker when the devil took my place.

"You are the one who made me pathetic in their eyes," I screamed in my Villian voice when the devil took hold of my negative thoughts, "you're the one who told me not to fight the bullies back and let them be." My tears went down the smooth needled skin as I collapsed on the ground when my emotions radiated like floods of pain surrounding my very existence.

"See what they could have done to me if I didn't kill them," I screamed even more as my body shook with melancholy as I begged God to stay pretty so I could make their lives hell.

They would all suffer what I had suffered.

No more tears, I stood up and banged mom's door shut as my legs took me to my room.

Tomorrow was their torment, I could sense it.