Another knuckle breaks.
His screams sparks an animalistic satisfaction inside me as I continue breaking all his knuckles, and snatching his nails. His bloody hands lay limp beside him as I clean up the pliers off his blood.
I wipe off my hands over my white dress shirt, smearing the excess blood over me. I grab the small bottle of chemicals and pour some carefully in the eyedropper. Thomas rests his head to the side in exhaustion as dried tears fall down his eyes.
“Dont faint on me, Thomas, It was just some bone crushing. Man up.” I walk towards him as his eyes flutter open to meet mine. I lean over him as I hold the dropper, hovering over his eyes as I whisper. “This is Calcium hydroxide, one of my favorite chemicals. Just one tiny drop of it causes such dear harm. I always wanted to try it.”
His eyes widened as I lowered the dropper closer to his dark irises, his face shakes and I snarl in frustration and grab his chin firmly. “Stay. Still.” He tries to move away but my grip holds him in place. “You laid your useless eyes on her. Now, let me show you what happens when you eye fuck what’smine.”
I press on the dropper as the liquid falls directly into his pupils and he screams, shaking in my grip and I drop more and more into both eyes. His eyelids are sewn shut as he tries to open them and look around. I chuckle “Oh Thomas, It worked. I forgot to mention that Calcium Hydroxide blinds when it's poured directly in your eyes.” I laugh as he pathetically tries to look anywhere and I throw the empty dropper away.
Pride fills me that he lays helplessly on the table as the voices in my mind scream, mocking that I haven't done enough.
I cover my ears as their screams get louder. “Stop!”
You couldn'tprotect her enough.
You are weak.
She wouldn’t choose you.
I growl as I see their silhouettes surrounding the basement. Their white hair gliding down as their eyes shine daggers into me.
It was your fault.
She trusted you.
Every one of them antagonizes me at the same time as I scream and grab hold of the machete. Thomas can feel me striding towards him as I raise the machete over my head then strike it down. His screams match the voices as cut off his knee. I slam down the machete again. Different parts of his body fall on the ground, smearing the floor with blood, till all I can see is red.I slam the Machete down on him again, and again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Blood splashes over my face and clothes as the dark walls are now painted red. His head falls onto the ground in pieces and I don’t stop, until all the voices vanish.
Chapter Fifteen
The Past
Elsie
December 1st
Clayton has been giving me hints nonstop for the past weeks. He planned something for my sixteenth birthday and I have tried every way to get him to tell me what it is.
I put on my outfit as the snow falls over the bedroom window, coating it with the white winter. I run my fingers through my silky strands, untangling the knots as I look at myself over the mirror one last time. My eyes cast to the small envelope I am holding firmly in my hand over my chest. I have asked Clayton to write me a letter for my birthday and I will write him one as well, since we have shared our birthday for years, it will be our gifts for each other, then we will read this letter again when we get old and want to remember our memories when we were young.
Clayton agreed and promised he will give me the letter today.
I’m nervous to see his reaction when he reads the one I wrote for him. Doubt sparks in me as my mind makes up all the scenarios that could go wrong, but I hold my head high and take a deep breath.
