Scarlett [Completed]

Scarlett

People asked me why I still loved her. Honestly, I didn’t really know. But there was something about her I couldn’t just seem to let go. For a year I had been trying to move on and let her go; trying to get over her. I had tried many different ways. Why couldn’t I just move on already?

Perhaps it was her hair, her impossibly luscious auburn locks, cascading down her back in waves ending just above her slim waist.

Maybe it was prominent blue eyes. Never had I seen eyes that matched their intensity. So luminous and penetrating, that when she looked at you, you felt she was staring deep into
your soul causing you to avert your eyes.

Or was it her slightly crooked nose and high cheekbones completely dotted with freckles?

Perhaps it was the fact that she wasn’t attracted to me, a sapphic.

I cast my mind back to that morning. She was dressed in a blue floral sundress. Her hair in a double Dutch braid updo. Oh how I longed to rake my fingers through her locks. I watched as she stood on her tip toes to kiss him. I felt a pang in my chest. I couldn’t take it anymore, I decided there and then, that he had got to go.

Muffled sobs jolted me out of my thoughts. I looked down at him, her boyfriend, tied up on the basement floor. The gag is his mouth moist from his runny nose, tears and saliva. His wrists red and sore from struggling in the ropes. I recoiled in disgust as I realized those hands had been on her but as I caught sight of his now disfigured fingers I felt a sense of satisfaction. He looked at me with pleading eyes silently begging me to let him go. Of course I wouldn’t. He looked like he had a lot to say to me so I pulled the gag out of his mouth.

“You’re a sicko!” he cried. I snickered.

“Why are you doing this? Just let me go.” he continued tears streaming down his face. He really was a
sissy.

“I thought you were her friend.”

“Ditto.” I said not being able to hide the pain that crossed my features.

Realization dawned on his face. “You like her…”

“I’m in love with her” I replied not really knowing why I was telling him this.

“But… you’re a girl” confusion and disgust evident on his face. Though this remark sparked fire in my heart I kept my cool.

“Atta boy” I replied.

I fingered the bloody dagger in my hand. I saw him glance at his mangled fingers and he started fidgeting, partly because he thought I would use the dagger on him again and partly because the dose I gave him was kicking in. I merely justcut the ropes bound on his wrists, he had nowhere to run to anyway. He crawled away from me.

“What did you inject in me?” he asked fear evident on his eyes as he begun to twitch uncontrollably.

“Sarin” I smirked taking a seat on a chair 3 feet away from him.

The effects of the poison were kicking in. I watched as he threw up and wet his pants.

“Help me, I can’t breathe” he choked out clutching his chest.

“My apologies, but if I can’t have Scarlett, then no one can”.

He lay drooling in a pool of his own urine mixed with vomit. The pungent stench filling my nostrils.
I merely looked on as he made choking sounds and moaned in pain. I looked at my watch. In about 2
minutes he would be dead.
He finally let out an agonising groan, collapsed onto the floor with a thud and lay completely still.
He was dead. I would deal with the body later. But right now, I needed a cold glass of white wine. And with
that in my mind, I walked out of the basement.

THE END.
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