It won’t kill him, not unless he swallows any. I’ve got my medics and Kyle on standby in case I get carried away. His mouth though? Yeah, that’s going to hurt like a bitch when I next let him speak.
A tear finally rolls down his cheek as his shoulders convulse, and I eventually undo the gag and smack his back so hard theblades tumble from his mouth, blood and drool dripping down onto his bare chest.
“P-Please,” he finally slurs, and aggravation rolls through me. I didn’t think it would be hard, not many people survive my mind games, but this was too fucking easy. I wanted more.
My hand dips into my back pocket. I have so many sharp objects on me that I’d have a metal detector needing its wiring redone.
I flick the switchblade up with my thumb, an unreliable noise coming from the trembling, pathetic excuse of a man before me. “Let’s hear you sing some confessions for me.”
40
Indie
a cure for minds unwell - lewis capaldi
One month later
Mymomsqueezesmea little tighter, pulling back as her glacial eyes look into mine, her voice gentle. “I’m going to take a little walk around the grounds with Malcolm.”
I give her the best smile I can, watching her as she reaches the double doors of the Pit, Saint’s dad giving me a knowing nod before following her outside.
It’s been over a month since my sister was buried.
The state held a public memorial for her, and then we were able to have a personal funeral, burying her in with my dad.
Her death was all over the headlines, a constant reminder of something else that was taken. The Omnia’s last hidden checkmate on me.
I walked into the university full of blood-soaked vengeance, and a wrath that could engulf the earth.
I left with my torn heart in my blood-soaked hands.
Regrets hanging over me that I never managed to get the forgiveness past my lips. My sister’s body grew colder the longer I held her. I was so caught up that she had lied to me again, that she managed to pull the wool over my eyes, that I saw nothing but tearing her apart the minute I heard the chaos in the library.
I stalked up those steps ready to destroy her—that was, until I heard her words that keep haunting the darkest parts of my mind.
She’s my fucking little sister.
I’m proud of you, Indigo.
A tear sinks down my cheek as I stare at the door, life moving along around me, and yet the world feels like it’s stood still since she left.
I visit Louisa’s grave whenever I can find the strength to. Sometimes I just stare at it; sometimes I yell into the abyss at how angry I am with her and her choices, pleading for some fucking understanding to why she stayed silent, others I whisper that I wish I didn’t let that dark side overshadow my thoughts.
If the innocent side of me hadn’t been crushed a long time ago, then maybe I’d have enough empathy tohearthe truth. But that’s just life.
To have gotten past our problems, we would have needed a lifetime of conversation. Now, that’s been taken from me, and all I can do is converse with a headstone.
At least I have an outlet to get the anger out of me, and it’s chained in the cells beneath the ground I’m standing on. I haven’t taken it up yet; I’m waiting until the moment feels right.
Because I know when I finally meet Conrad’s gaze, it’ll be the last time.
Louisa’s murder was reported for exactly what it was, a cold-hearted, anger-fuelled revenge killing.
Dawson and Regina slipped the files they had, along with the CCTV of Conrad luring my sister inside to the media and police. The latter I thought was pointless, but Regina pointed out, the Omnia has fallen. They’ll be forced to expose themselves now that the information is spreading.
The corruption has ended; fear and control no longer has its claws into Kingstone. The entire policing structure and the university is being investigated.
It still doesn’t feel like enough. We’ve only eradicated one source. It’s haunting to have the awareness that evil comes in many forms, and it’s rooted deep into the earth.
