OBSESSED

07.

My forest eyes gleamed around as all the people separated and bowed when I walked into the other classes for the rest of the day.

Life was so easy when you were pretty.

I walked with her smooth legs-my smooth legs when the last class ended and I was on the way to my house.

Everything around me was so normal that my obsession got bored and I had to do something when I got home. The sky was bare blue on top of me and many people scurried away from me when they noticed the attached skin on mine that was kept in by needles.

"Hey, mom," I settled the bag on the floor of the kitchen when I saw mom still in her position with her head dangling down and her body slumped, held by the table. "You're wrinkling too much today." I observed when I took the broom to get rid of the ashes.

Once I finished, an idea was offered to my demon and we got to work. I went to her bedroom quickly, got the red comb that she used to like and returned to brush her grayish hair.

"You liked it, mom?" I whispered when the comb bled and she was bald. The hole in the middle of her head was bleeding because I combed too hard.

It wasn't my fault that the comb had needles in between the small black sticks.

I held her body to place her on top of the table as I stripped her of her moldy gown of two days and hauled the hot pot water, poured it all over her and returned it back on the stove.

My greedy eyes went back to the red skin of my mom's body and I grabbed the knife next, I didn't like Villian's chin so I had to replace it with mom's jaw.

"You'd want me to be happy." I convinced her as the knife neared her jaw bone once I straddled her.

"Here we go." I soothingly said when the flesh around her face was cut off as it bled streams down her neck.

"Almost done," I whispered as the flesh of her jaw and her bones were taken out of her face.

"And done." My Villian's voice cheered as mom was left with a half ordinary face and her eyes were closed.

I handled the stitches and plucked each needle into my jaw to remove Villian's round one. I had set up the small mirror in the kitchen and saw my reflection as Villian's jaw went off and replaced by my mother's perfect one.

Putting the stitching machine back, I looked at my reflection. Everything was flawless. I smiled, showing off my pearly whites. My obsession cooed at my beauty as I giggled.

The police were on show again as many reporters took camera shots of my mom from outside. I hadn't paid them any mind until now.

"What do you want?" The devil screamed when I opened the door in full force. Nobody interrupted my beauty mirror moments.

The reporters dispersed like ants and the police were still taking out their different weapons to kill me. I rolled my eyes at them when the arrows, rocks, and swords tumbled on the ground.

Pathetic people.

I flipped my shiny brown locks and glared at the police, who thought I was going to turn demon and terminate them.

I would but it took me hours to get the blood off of my manicure.

I remembered that when I closed the door. I couldn't believe they still tried to get rid of me. I was the new golden girl, nobody would dare to get rid of me.

my pale feet strolled to the kitchen as I wiped the blood off of the floor and licked it with Villian's red tongue. It tasted just like cherries. I always knew mom's blood was wonderful.

"Castielle, open the door." The bangs and shouts in front of my house were irritating but intriguing. I wanted to know who knew my old name.

"My name isn't Castielle, it's Villian," I yelled out the last word, making the police hear. They would be dead in a minute if they ever barge in my house without me being in it.

The little petite blonde haired girl looked sadly at me, it was like she knew me before. The devil and my obsession went off like alarms inside of me with contradicting thoughts.

"I know that she bullied you," she confessed softly, "but you were always my role model." My eyes flickered invulnerability before turning dark again.

"Never come back to my house." I threatened as I banged shut the door on her face.

She thought she could trick me into surrendering back to the police and people here. No, I would come back harder. It took me a lot of time to be Villian Grenova and once I did get to be her, I was the happiest, prettiest and most popular.

That silly girl thought that she could make me feel piteous and give myself up to her. She was dead wrong.

I furrowed my perfectly shaped eyebrows at my conscience, it was trying to mend me. I didn't want to be a role model as Castielle, I wanted to be somebody like Villian.

It was the evening as I rocked in my chair and my eyes were glued to the mirror. I was softer and more awake. Nobody could touch me and they would all bow down to the universal beauty queen.

The head of my mother rolled to a stop beside my feet and my beady dark black eyes as the devil sauntered it's vision to the same girl from before, she was in front of me in the living room and she had decapitated my mom.

I could only do that.

I seethed in anger when I stood up and I was in front of her as my obsession disapproved of the brave girl.

"No, no, I wanted to be like you-"

I didn't let her talk, I slashed her entire waist with one hand and five malicious nails.

Great. I ruined my manicure.