Beasts Of Blackcastle

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty One: Facing the trials of the curse and losing to its power and heading towards an ever nearing inevitability

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The wisdom the princess had been granted by the beautiful creature came at a price. For her eyes to be blessed with magic she had to sacrifice two things very dear to her. One of those came to be her sanity. Once she it could see it all, she came to a brutal realisation that her life was nothing that she thought it was, she realised that they were many monsters around her and that she had always been alone in her agendas. Everything she had seen she could not unsee and everything she had heard scarred her mind with its harrowing knowledge and forever changed her perception of her existence. Indeed it was true what they always said, knowledge was a burden and so long she wished for the affordable bliss of ignorance and oblivion. Her fate was full of monsters and she was destined to be in the arms of the worst of all monster.

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Waiting for her mother to walk in through that door was agonizing, she would prefer she shouted at her and they resolved this rather than her storming off and leaving her fearing for the worst.

"Here." She thrusted something at her direction, causing her to flinch, luckily it landed on the floor before it could hit her. Picking it up she noticed it was a small notebook that she had never seen before.

"Open it."She walked closer to her, ready to flip the pages herself if she didn't comply with her order.

she flipped over the first page, written on the subsequent one was 'belongs to the Queen', read that at your own risk!'

she was still obscure as to what she was looking at and especially where it came from and why her mother was forcing her to read it. She ignored the warning and flipped to the third page and there was a poem neatly written, without a single cancellation in black ink.

"Read it, out loud, don't skip a single word."her mother commanded in a firm voice.

THE MURDER

she can't eat, she can't breathe

The walls of my sensitivity crush down, wrecked by fury accumulated over years of enduring, tolerating a fiendish character

Well guess what! your impurities penetrated through my transparent, conductive, innocent soul

Darkened and consumed my tolerance

Till the little glow of my sweetness bled dry, the barrier and stratagem of conscience that kept me from shredding you into pieces

You turned hatred into an enormity

And now I must deprive you of what's yours, YOUR LIFE

I am entrusted with the termination of a scum to humanity, an annoyance that must go away

The unhealthy antagonism that envelops my life, must be flushed out to a certain being

You add fuel to my fire and her thirst has escalated to a point of no mercy or patience

So I must kill

Come , let me escort you to hell, the reunion of two demons, I will kill you, I must kill you

Don't even bother screaming, bother begging

There is no reasoning, with a weapon at the hands of a ferocious beast

The knife, the sword, the gun, the spear, the hammer, the axe, the poison, the hands, the choke, the rocks, the rope, so many options for your slaughter

Your blood shall spill, as I kill and kill and kill

Your muscles will rupture, your bones break

with every ounce of your delicate air, I take and take and take

Your blood shall gush and fill bloody seas, I shall intake in its smell, watch it drip off hands

And still I will not, stop till is see no more

no more breathe, no more movement, no more life

My eyes will feast on your corpse and delight creep onto my soul and like the nuisance you are, your memories will perish like infested decay.

21-06-2011."

"I don't understand, who wrote this, mom? What does it mean?" she was exhausted, and didn't need to hear anymore.

"Of course, typical of you to deny everything."

"I'm not denying anything, I seriously don't know whose book this is and where it came from."

"You know what makes me more furious is that you refuse to admit you have a problem Karmin!"

"I know that I can't explain it, nor can I show you proof , but it wasn't me, I never did those things you and everybody said I did."she started to weep, it was extremely hurtful that no one believed her.

"Yes you can't proof it, but I can, you see this date over here, " she whisked the book from her hand and her finger pointed to the date, 21-06-2011,

"it was the same day when we rushed in the middle of the night to take Tijan to the hospital because you strangled him and ran the razor over his arms and legs when he tried to fight you off...."

She paused and gazed into her red eyes , cold, like she wasn't the same flesh and bones she gave birth to and nurtured to a young woman.

"Are going to tell me it's a coincidence that you scribbled on some twisted nonsense about murdering someone and my son just happened to land in the hospital the same day?"

She was barely ten at that time and now but even more so back then, crafting words into something with hidden meaning and depth was beyond the ken of a ten year old, which she thought was discernible by any being with common sense, but she wasn't about to argue with her mother. Clearly she thought she was capable enough.

"I don't blame you and I don't know why I'm wasting my time and energy trying to get answers from you, you're sick, make irrational decisions without thinking of the consequences, because you can't differentiate between right and wrong and you're a danger not only to yourself, but to society."She brisked away from her and wiped her tears with her hands.

"Maybe I was the one refusing to come to grips with the fact my only daughter is mentally disturbed and there was no way fixing it, I can't take any chances, I'm taking you back to the hospital, where they can treat you. I know you must think that I hate you for doing this but I can't just stand here and watch you get worse. What if one day you just wake up and kill us all and then don't remember a thing after that?"

She could hear her weeping out all the pain she had bottled over the years, her heart felt like it was shedding as it beated in her chest, she couldn't believe her own family was scared of her, but she don't blame them, even she won't be very comfortable sharing a house with someone who could brutally murder her in her sleep.

"I am sorry mom, I'm very, very sorry for what I put you through." She made a dart for the door and collapsed on her bed.

As much as everything pointed out to her being seriously demented, there was something in her that told her that she didn't suffer from blackouts or have different versions of her, she was adamant that it went way deeper than that and concerned forces far beyond our understanding and that its root was it, the voice haunting her.