The mirror was broken…She was sitting on the wet floor, knowing that something was wrong. Taking a quick look at the pieces made her cry. Weird fire was burning her skin. She felt in herself such a power, such a desire, something that made her so tired.
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The piece was coming closer and closer, in few seconds it was going to touch her veins and let all the painful liquid run out of those weaky hands.
“I want to sleep”, she said.
“I know, my dear. Do what I told you and your mind will open for the peace.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m your friend… I love you…Don’t you recognize me anymore?”, answered he, faking to be sad.
“I can’t see you. I can’t even hear you anymore. So tired...” she said. A mixture of voices and noises were captured in her mind and she wanted desperately to release them.
“I’m thirsty. Do what I told you and your eyes will open to see me’’, he said and sat on the floor in front of her while taking pleasure in watching her suffer.
He loves tags.Her life was a tag..
The dirty piece of glass left a burning sign on her hand. She drained slowly few bloody drops in a wooden glass and gave it to him. A miserable smile distorted on his face and he took the glass from her quavered hand. His finger touched the ruby-coloured liquid with a nasty pleasure. Then he stared at the flowing drop that leaves a light red trace on his finger.
“It’s so vital, so powerful… I have almost forgotten the pure taste of it…Do you want some, my angel?” The irony in his voice made him laugh.
She didn’t answer. The colourless face stared at him from its bloody pool and tried to look not so cold.
“I’ve always loved you, my angel.”, said he and kissed her on the neck…