And God did not forgive us. Her knotted hair was tangled around her arms and her face was smeared with her mascara. She looked lovely. Her blood splattered across the floor and I could think of nothing aside from how much I liked the smell of scarlet iron. She wept softly and my hands could not touch her. I have never felt her. I long to graze my fingers across her soft skin. Is it soft? Is it rough? Is it scaly? Such thoughts have not been permitted and are deleted immediately. My black fingernails ache and blood oozes from underneath them. I did not take notice to the pain. The pain felt familiar. I was one with it. Nothing could possibly compare to it and no one but I could comprehend it. I watched her shudder. Was she cold? Was she disgusted? Where there worms writhing beneath her flesh? Was her corpse already festering here right in front of me? There was a volatile rise and fall from her fragile frame and I believe she was still breathing. We had not said anything for quite some time now. Broken glass cluttered the stone and the air began to taste tangy. I knew we weren’t the only two people here however we were the only two beings with life dancing through us. Nothing could ever make me remember what it was that happened before then.
The look she gave me when I called to her softly was filled with loathing. It was frightening but I hadn’t ever seen her more resemble to an angel. Her lip trembling causing blood to ooze from the gash in it. The cherry pink in her face looked like snow. I never wanted such a wonderful moment to end! Oh, how I would treasure this moment forever? I felt my smile break as I shivered terribly. It was so cold. Everything I had ever known was behind me now as I felt death’s dazzling white grip around my torso. It was constricting and made me feel serene. Tears leaked from my eyes like crystalline minerals from the earth. Forcefully ripped out by another being. The blood leaking from me felt so mysterious and the numbness kicked in soon after. I had always accepted death will find me quickly but such an enchanting method of doing so was nothing I could ever have expected. My happiness was equivalent to knives being plunged into my stomach and nothing in my life could ever really be the same.
Except for her. Oh her, such a lovely doll. She stood above me now, crying fiercely. She was screaming something but I could no longer make out the words. My senses were all over the place and my mind felt like jello that wasn’t refrigerated long enough. The deep slits in my throat began to sting and it felt jarring and I was wide awake. My teeth were all gone and my fingernails soon would be too. I could feels the nails piercing through everyone of my joints already and each and every one of my 206 bones breaking slowly. One by one. Nothing could compare to this moment that felt like forever. 20 minutes felt like 20 years and I would be dead soon. All of my fingers were useless and nothing felt right anymore. A slightly acidic liquid was poured over me and I could feel it in every gash, every sting, every cut and nothing could compare to the feeling I felt now. It was sharp. I was startled. I was shaken. My eyelids stung. Crimson fluid spilled from my lungs as weight pressed on my chest. Her face was all I could see and it was so lovely. It was all I ever needed to see!
Her discontent was nothing I have ever seen. It was so ethereal I could die!