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It wasn't just you.
The soft sun touched your eyes revealing that you were just daydreaming again.
You drank your coffee like always in your favorite coffee shop while you normally read newspapers to get through troublesome days.
Today was different.
She was there.
She seemed so forward.
She seemed so nice.
She seemed to like you.
"I don't know any good story to tell anymore..." You rubbed the back of your head embarrassed.
Her eyes focused on the newspaper.
"No bad things in your childhood?"
The coffee in your hand shook slightly at the mention of childhood.
"My childhood?" Your eyes widened surprised.
"I had a pretty normal childhood though it was kind of lonely." You were shaking.
Why were you shaking?
Why were you shaking?
Why were you shaking?
Soft skin rubbing against your rugged features. Oddly it was just like always. You remembered the sweetener and the strong coffee smell.
The smell of iron in the air was undeniable.
"Then why did you kill her?"
You did not kill a person. You were quite the opposite.
You tried to be friendly to everyone you met and-
"Huh?"
You were.
You were a nice person.
"Then lie to me like always. Like you always did."
She smiled.
It was her.
A smile, gentle and inviting to make you tell your story. You had no stories to tell but just one.
"You chose this life to live in delusion while others struggle for you." Her mouth perked down.
"...You would really hurt an innocent girl?..."
Your eyes focused on the coffee. Autumn leaned forward.
"You wouldn't-..."
The bitter coffee tasted salty. Your lips shook with bitterness as tears streamed down your face. "I can never tell you anything good."
"...What did I do?..."
A curse was placed upon you and you couldn't get rid of it.
You were covered in this constant stink.
"You are a disappointment." She said knowing it would be honesty.
You were just daydreaming.
"I wish I was more interesting." You said with a smile on your face.
Your curse is to lie to yourself.
Her eyes seemed so dead.
A soft-hearted motion with her hands towards you.
Blood on your hands.
"Always the same with you."
A curse that flowed freely through your veins while you wished that the serpent would at least be honest with you.
Her hands so cold embraced you as the cold leaves hit your face.
The beast of change itself.
"I must confess that you are more than just a mere monster to me."
Autumn.
Autumn.
Autumn.
...
Crimson Stains.
You woke up.
You sat there like always in your favorite spot in your home but there was wrongness in your guts. It dripped with some sort of liquid.
This was what really happened.
You were...
Not a monster.
Please don't let it be your truth.
You met a girl and lured her.
Your eyes were wide open as you seemed to remember something awful. There was a woman on your floor-
And you chose-
Odd to think about it.
Something kept prodding your head with endless questions as to what had happened. Was it the delusions in your head?
You dissociated-
Now this girl was dead.
What happened to 'I love you' and 'See you later'? You laughed to yourself as the liquid in your stomach began to dissolve.
You were never just a person.
You were that monster.
Moving on means you forget a part of yourself. Keep pretending. Keep pretending this isn't reality.
A crucial lie that kept you alive. A crucial lie that will never leave your mind.
It was something in the past.
But you didn't see her.
You exhaled softly, staring at your blood-covered hands. It wasn't just a nightmare replaying in your mind.
You needed to get it off your mind prompto.
Your eyes were straining and your hands still felt that odd feeling of limbless body parts.
It was real.
Death hung heavy in the air, suffocating.
Red.
Something crawled across your face, sticky and unseen. You tried to wipe it away, but it clung to you—like the blood.
There was a girl.
Stains.
There... was a girl.
The blood seeped into the cracks of your knuckles, warm yet foreign, like a terrible secret pressing against your skin. It wasn't just the color. It was the weight—the suffocating weight of something irreversible.
You enjoyed it, didn't you?
You nearly vomited when her lifeless form flickered in your mind again.
Your breath faltered, a tremor rattling through your fingers. You wanted to scrub it all away—her blood, the guilt, the horror—but some stains couldn't be washed clean.
You really are a fucked up monster.
Autumn, the mirror's reflection, smirked at you as you tried everything to get this blood off you.
You… did this?
You swallowed hard, your gaze frozen on the crimson smeared across your palms. Whose blood was this?
This had to be a bad dream, right?
Blood on your knuckles, you barely scrap off the old bruises.
You wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
You desperately washed your face- The blood kept coming endlessly.
You couldn't even kill a spider.
You looked at yourself and saw yourself in red. Everything was red.
Red.
Red---
RED.
...You did kill spiders...
Early memories with your favorite, yourself.
You used to smoke to ease the pain in your head.
It was just a normal day as you would-
Well.
People pry often about you, don't they?
Painkillers.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Dead eyes on your face while living through your boring days.
What kind of person were you?
It was all your fault as you looked down the barrel of a gun while the person holding it had tears in their eyes. "It's all your fault."
You burned all the bridges.
You took your chances and blew them in the air.
It's all your fault.
Your mind told you to dissociate more and more.
All was your fault while you began to enjoy your madness.
As the poison of the beast infected you and more.
She cursed you, her judging voice dripping with venom. Her directed words were laced with the ancient power to twist any who came into contact. This was no ordinary curse; it was a binding agreement, meant to follow you through every waking moment and haunt your dreams. The lonely curse seeped into your bones solidifying in your wounds like a cold metal rubbed against open bloody flesh.
You moaned in pain.
A curse.
She cursed you, and now, there is no turning back.
.
.
.
You finally woke up in the ranger's home. You looked so dead at her as you felt your sins.
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