When Your Childhood Dies
Chapter One
Elly’s POV
A sly smirk crawled across my lips playfully as I pulled the card up, glancing quickly towards my victim. His eyes widened, darting from mine to the card placed gracefully in my hand. I set the Death Card down, grinning madly.
“Look at that,” I mused, getting to my feet, “your future’s set,” I turned on my heels, still grinning.
His eyes widened a little more, as I ran my fingers through his slightly spiked hair. I drug my fingers downward, resting my hand against his cheek lightly. Bruises coated his slightly pale skin, cuts under his eyes and burn marks against his chest.
I turned, sitting in his lap, hand brushing against the tightly threaded rope around his wrists (and ankles). I glanced into his orbs, lips curling upward in a vile crawl, “Don’t worry,” I breathed, standing back up, “It’s not going to hurt much, Christian. I mean,” I shook my head, rage blasting through my veins as I back handed him across the face, “Nothing ever could, after what you did.”
His eyes began to water, as he whipped his head back towards me. He was aching to say something, but having taped his mouth shut forced him into a bitter silence.
“Nothing like having your own brother penetrate you, right?” I sneered; reaching for the knife perched on top the stack of thirteen cards not claimed as my own. I turned back to face him, “Don’t worry, though. I’ll make it as fast as possible.”
~&~
I sat at the table, watching as Invy inched around the kitchen. I took a sip of my black coffee, cringing as the taste ruffled my taste buds. She laughed lightly at my gag, before turning towards me.
“Maybe put some cream in it,” she smirked.
I rolled my eyes, “Easy for you to say,” our code words poisoning our sentences, “Black coffee’s what you pull off best.”
Elly was my name, but it’s not like I’d spill my entire life’s story right away. Invy was my twin sister, younger than me by fourteen minutes. We were anything but different with blonde curls bouncing as we laughed. Most of the time people could never tell us apart. We were identical twins in more ways than just looks.
“Was he easy, at least?” she murmured as if there were a microphone hidden inside a tiny, potted plant.
I nodded, glancing into my cup to stare at my reflection. I grimaced as my memory forced blood splatter across my face and lips involuntarily curved upward, “Very,” I hummed.
A sly smirk crawled across my lips playfully as I pulled the card up, glancing quickly towards my victim. His eyes widened, darting from mine to the card placed gracefully in my hand. I set the Death Card down, grinning madly.
“Look at that,” I mused, getting to my feet, “your future’s set,” I turned on my heels, still grinning.
His eyes widened a little more, as I ran my fingers through his slightly spiked hair. I drug my fingers downward, resting my hand against his cheek lightly. Bruises coated his slightly pale skin, cuts under his eyes and burn marks against his chest.
I turned, sitting in his lap, hand brushing against the tightly threaded rope around his wrists (and ankles). I glanced into his orbs, lips curling upward in a vile crawl, “Don’t worry,” I breathed, standing back up, “It’s not going to hurt much, Christian. I mean,” I shook my head, rage blasting through my veins as I back handed him across the face, “Nothing ever could, after what you did.”
His eyes began to water, as he whipped his head back towards me. He was aching to say something, but having taped his mouth shut forced him into a bitter silence.
“Nothing like having your own brother penetrate you, right?” I sneered; reaching for the knife perched on top the stack of thirteen cards not claimed as my own. I turned back to face him, “Don’t worry, though. I’ll make it as fast as possible.”
~&~
I sat at the table, watching as Invy inched around the kitchen. I took a sip of my black coffee, cringing as the taste ruffled my taste buds. She laughed lightly at my gag, before turning towards me.
“Maybe put some cream in it,” she smirked.
I rolled my eyes, “Easy for you to say,” our code words poisoning our sentences, “Black coffee’s what you pull off best.”
Elly was my name, but it’s not like I’d spill my entire life’s story right away. Invy was my twin sister, younger than me by fourteen minutes. We were anything but different with blonde curls bouncing as we laughed. Most of the time people could never tell us apart. We were identical twins in more ways than just looks.
“Was he easy, at least?” she murmured as if there were a microphone hidden inside a tiny, potted plant.
I nodded, glancing into my cup to stare at my reflection. I grimaced as my memory forced blood splatter across my face and lips involuntarily curved upward, “Very,” I hummed.