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Falling for someone is a lot like slowly going blind. The things they do start to fade away while who they are at heart becomes more apparent.
You don't notice how fast you're falling until you hit the ground.
It hurts a lot worse than being knocked unconscious by the butt of a blade.
"Wake up you royal bitch. My patience is running thin."
The throbbing from my migraine makes it very hard to talk. "Must be the theme of the day." I laugh to myself.
"Shut the fuck up. Ugh, I will never understand why he didn't just kill you sooner." I squeeze my eyes open as little as I can without worsening my head.
The woman is crouching beside me. My arms have been drawn up and bound to the bedpost right behind me, and I'm pretty sure my still bleeding head injury is dripping into my eyeline.
From what I can see, and it isn't much, the woman is blonde and seems to be both irritated and happy. The woman seems borderline unhinged. Either that or she's just into some kinky shit.
My eyes get harder and harder to stay open.
"No, no, you can't die on me yet. Wakey, wakey, you spoiled princess." she slaps me hard across the face twice. "Now, you've got two options here. You can die by fire, the good old cremation classic, or you can go out with a knife in your chest. You choose."
"Um, how about..." Speech is becoming increasingly difficult. "neither?"
She scoffs, and gets on top of me which shakes the bed. "Well then, I guess we could always go with option c. Both." I start to sweat and when I take a peek around the room, Half of it's blazing with tendrils of flame, growing closer and closer to the foot of the bed.
"Now, Verona dearie, here comes the fun part." The woman's voice starts to remind me of when my Aunt had said the same thing before shoving me into my room and locking me in it for a week.
"How do you-"
Her perky, yet terrifying attitude only makes this next part so much more daunting for me.
The woman's hand that is holding a dagger hovers several inches over my chest, until she plunges the knife in deep, cutting me off mid question.
Ripping through my skin, and definitely through a variety of important muscle tissue.
A head injury was the least of my problems now.
The pain gave way to a scream that shot through blood, shocking adrenaline into me. The blonde leaps off the bed, after ripping the dagger out of my chest, laughing.
"You know what I find hilarious?" I'm barely able to hear her past all the shit going on in my body. "Oh hush. You'll get to see him before you die. I didn't put too much nightshade in there. At least I dont think."
"I find it funny that he chose Jasper. I mean of all the names he just had to choose his dead brother's." She leans over me, a wide grin on her face.
I feel my arms loosen, and a few moments later I hear her whisper in my ear.
"Say hi to lover boy for me, will ya?"
The sweat, blood and tears all over my eyes start to weigh them down. By the time I open my eyes again the woman is gone, and the fire has already reached the bed.
I would move if I could feel my legs, but I can barely feel my face so I dont think thats going to work out. The coppery taste of what I can only assume is my blood fills my mouth, and its getting so hard to breath I'm basically wheezing now.
My hearing being the last sense I have now slowly failing. I try to imagine my happiest memory.
Of the very few moments in my life that I've been truly happy, the last one with my mother comes to mind.
Verona, come here I want to give you something.
Her hand clasped mine tightly as she bent down in front of me.
Here, I want you to be able to see the world the way I do. All in rose.
She handed me her pair of sunglasses, that fit way too big on my head.
Everything's pink!
She laughed with me, hers filling me with pride.
"Yes, Verona. Sometimes the world is even prettier in shades of rose pink than the variety of others.
Once I put on the sunglasses the air itself seems to turn pink. The sidewalk and the swing set were all shades of rose, and the sunglasses themselves had the magic to make the world even more magical.
"Verona dearie?"
I turn to face my mother.
"I know you might not understand this now, but always remember. You can't always see the red flags with rose colored glasses."
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The woman was half out of the patio, a small smile widening at the edges of her mouth.
{𝕰𝖑 𝕱𝖎𝖓.}