You Know What Will Happen

Am I the only one seeing the poison that lies behind the words? Or do none of you care?

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The floor shook slightly when I stormed into my room and slammed the door. "Calm down, girl. If you don't calm down, you will destroy the big city. Calm down!"

I must have said the last sentence a little nervously that the large vase in the corner of the room was shattered and scattered around. While I was looking at the pieces of the vase on the floor and the mirror in front of me, I had shattered inside my chest. My heart was a bird with a broken wing. My rib cage was already shattered, but its wing was broken. You can't go anywhere, my heart. I need you to keep me alive.

I once cried so much that I was angry with myself. Those two had shattered my chest. My heart was going to run away, I knew. I grabbed it. I squeezed it in my palm. I broke my heart's wings to keep me alive. I would die if it ran away, I was terrified of dying then.

I wish I wasn't afraid.

Was I the white-eyed girl staring at me in the mirror? I couldn't be. This could not be me. I shouldn't have been.

I blink my eyes as I reach out to the mirror and change the reflection I see. Fortunately, no one knew I could change reality. If they knew, they would milk me dry.

I buried this great secret with my stepmother and father in the grave. You will never know the real me.

I smiled involuntarily as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. It was a painful smile, but my reflection in the mirror said the opposite. That girl looked happy. Ignoring the reflection, I started to examine the things on the bed when something caught my eye. Like... The glitter on my dress?

It was the first time in my life that I would wear such a dress. It was pretty shimmery and was getting lighter towards the bottom like tulle. When I put on the dress and looked in the mirror with unnecessary enthusiasm, I was speechless. Do. Not. Cry.

When the scars my parents left on my body came to light, I started to examine my long scars. I could not believe that I had forgotten the existence of these scars.

You even give up your pain, Alenas. It does not suit you to live.

I could hide these scars. It wouldn't be hard for me to change reality a little bit and blind people's eyes to them, but was it worth it? It wasn't worth it. I was insignificant anyway. Nobody would even be looking at my scars. But my face was lit with a sudden change of mind.

Maybe I could just be a beautiful girl for one night. I sighed as I shrugged my shoulders and hid all the scars on my body with my power. After my preparation, which I believe took 1 hour, I put on my high heels and left the room.

Beautiful. As before, I could walk professionally in high heels. Thanks to my mother.

I was walking down the stairs as Pars's voice was rising from below. "Finally! I thought it would never end." When I went down the stairs and entered his field of vision, he looked up from his phone and at that moment I swear I was sure he was surprised, but he never showed it. Maybe just a little bit. His adam's apple moved quickly. I made Sarehan swallow.

"Beautiful," he said as he headed for the door. "Let's go."

When we left the house and started walking to the ballroom of the main headquarters, I was walking from behind and he was walking in front. His hair was messy, draped over his forehead. He was wearing a black shirt. He had an open collar, no tie. Below was a pair of black jeans. He was just right.

When my mind was shaken, realizing that I was examining him for a moment, I shook and I got ahead of him with confident steps. He coughed. "Reverie," he said, making me stop. I looked back at him and fake a smile. Tonight I wanted to surprise people.

"Yes?" He coughed again and came up to me and held out his arm at me.

"Take my arm."

We were in front of the ballroom. More than half of the main headquarters was hanging out before the party, and for a moment everyone's eyes were fixed on us. With my smile that I thought was warm again, I took his arm and wrapped his muscular arm with my thin long-fingered hands. His elbow slightly touched my chest. He swallowed again as his dark green eyes fell like lightning on my breasts. He licked his lips open. "You're sailing close to the wind, Alenas. If you keep going like this, you know what will happen tonight. Don't test my patience."

I was out of breath. I hate you.

As the ghost of my dead father and my childhood strangled with my own hands appeared before my eyes, I slowly pulled my hands from his arm and released him.

The ghost could not stop. Tied to a chair, he was injuring my half-naked body with a small knife. The little girl was crying. "Hush! You bitch! If you don't stop crying..." The monster said, stroking my cheek with the little knife in his hand. "You know what will happen."

Pars Sarehan. I will never forgive you for reminding me of these overpowering memories, for disregarding me like them.

And one day, I will kill you as I killed them.

As I continued my way towards the entrance of the ballroom, I heard Pars neither stop nor apologize. I also continued walking. As usual.

My soul is a deserter. My mind is messed up. My heart has a broken wing. You are sitting in a corner and talking in my head. Who should I kill, Sarehan? Or what should I destroy? These feelings speak a lot, for example, I can destroy them. On the other hand, my heart is beating stupidly, I can stop it. This man and woman took my childhood away, I can ruin them. But I can't, I'm sitting with my hands tied, listening to my heart beating. It beats dulcetly and sad. Like trying to get out of my broken ribcage, as it loves me. As if it wanted to take my life for loving me.