I scream in warning, and the knife sinks into her stomach anyways. I scream over and over again but she never hears me. The knife hits her over and over again. Every night I visit her, and every night I scream, and every night the blade kills her. I can never escape my own screams, I can never save her from her fate.
your eyes aren’t the color of ocean’s deep blue more of the sharp ice on a mid December’s day your hair isn’t the shade of sky between stars but the color of the smoke from fire you made your skin isn’t the copy of delicate snow rather the complexion of a white tiger that stands out from the rest you are not the soft, delicate, creature they speak of in fairytales but the warrior that comes to sweep you of their feet
We only ever had five. Maybe the other two are waiting for us, but if they are I don’t know. What I do know is that we have five.
Friday came first, busting into our little group like a an explosion of flames. Her fire burned brighter than any of ours, and she knew it.
Next was Sunday, with red hair tied up and styled to frame her soft face. She spoke kind words in a near whisper. When she talked it was if flowers grew in your chest, and she knew it.
Third was Wednesday, intelligent honey eyes bore into you as she spoke of her newest fascination. Her always objective stances forced the group to stand strong together. Her wit and wisdom was the reason we are still together, and she knew it.
Saturday came after, long brown hair pulled back out of her face as to never hinder her hijinks. Even in the worst times she never failed to make those around fill with joy at the simple fact of her presence. Even on the darkest days she was our light, and she knew it.
Monday was last, her jet black hair and piercing blue eyes showed the illusion of intimidation, an illusion she did not try to dispute as it gave her a power that the rest of us did not possess. However underneath this mask her true self was a symbol of new beginnings, of leadership. She was the leader of us, and she knew it.
I felt glued to the floor as the three of them walked by. Power seemed to follow them yet it wasn’t scary or intimidating, but comforting. The girls always giggled about the boys, how handsome they were or how they had smiled at them. But my focus was on the girl. She was the youngest of the three, with long, dark brown hair braided away from her face and sharp blue eyes. I had hear that she was powerful, and that much was obvious. However not many talked her beauty. It was a stupid thing to focus on after all, but was still worth acknowledging in my opinion. As if she could read my mind, she stopped abruptly, and turned in my direction. I should avert my eyes and keep walking but I can’t. She walks towards me and I fill will shock and disbelief as she crouches to my height. Her brother calls her names but she stays with me and she tells them to move on. Her focus comes back to as a kind smile forms in her face. “Hi, I’m Rose”
Eyes. Everytime she’s near I feel her eyes. Preying on me. Tracking me. Waiting for the right moment to pounce.
I take a deep breathe. Bracing myself for the unavoidable confrontation. It never gets easier, seeing your own face, looking into your own eyes.
Finally I make a quick turn on my heal and slam my reflection in the nearest wall. Digging my finger nails into her shoulders. Or is it my shoulders? It still confuses me. I shake the thought from my head as I practically scream in her face. “What do you what from me!”
“You know what I want” she replies, unamused, bored even. We’ve been through this a thousand times and yet still I refuse her command.
“I will not kill him.” I mean to shout but it comes out a whisper. Quiet, weak, desperate.
“I can not kill my brother” I tell her and myself. “I can’t and I won’t. “
“Think of all of the people that will die if you refuse to do it. Why save one and sacrifice millions in the process”. Now she is the desperate one.
“Because he is my brother. My family. The only family I have, we have. And you want me to kill him.”
All she can do is roll her eyes. “Don’t you get it? He’s not our brother. He’s not the one we love. He’s evil, wicked, an animal that needs to be put down.”
I jam forearm into her throat. “DO NOT say that about him. Not now, not ever. I can help him. You failed but I will not. I will be the one to save him. Do you ever think that maybe he knew that you would kill him and that’s the reason he’s became the monster that you say?”
She grabs my shoulders and before I can process what’s happening we’re switched and I’m the one against the wall. “You seriously don’t think that I tried to save him? I was foolish as you are now, and I thought I could help him. I was wrong.”
Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, she’s telling the truth and I know it. I shove her off of me. “Please don’t contact me again. I will consider what you say, but I need to make this decision on my own.
She stares at me, unmoving. She finally nods, uncertain. “I hope you make the right choice, for all of our sakes.”
It’s the last thing she says to me before she turns to walk away. Leaving as quickly as she came.
She tried to kill me. The last thing I saw were her eyes. She was scared. I know she was, but all I could see was rage. Rage for what I had became. What she, and anybody who stood in the way had made me. A monster, just like my grandfather. They had tried so hard to make me different from him and when they knew they had failed they tried to dispose of me. I will not go quietly. I will not be weak. Not like her. Grandfather failed and I will not. She will not turn me. She will not save me. She had the potential to be more powerful then me and my grandfather combined and threw it away for pathetic dreams of family and love. It’s up to me to carry on his legacy now. And to kill anyone who gets in my way. Even if it’s her.