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My teeth bite into my bottom lip as I clamp down, tasting the metallic tang on my tongue. I don’t want this. I don’t even know what is fully going on, but I know that I want it to stop. I didn’t tell him that he could touch me like this.
Keeping my teeth locked in my lip, I take my fist and drive it into his crotch. Gregory yells out, pushing me away as he cups himself through his jeans. “What the fuck?”
I pull my teeth from my lip, my mouth curving up into a smile. As I run my tongue over them, I taste the blood and flash a grin at Gregory with a mouth full of red. He stares at me, eyes widening with anger as he holds onto his junk.
Glancing beside me, I grab an old horseshoe that sticks out of a box and inch closer to Gregory. “Your daddy isn’t going to believe you if you tell him about this.”
He doesn’t need to worry. My daddy will never hear about this; I’ll never tell a single soul.
I shake my head, feigning innocence as I giggle lightly. Gregory cuts his eyes at me. “There’s somethin’ wrong with you, kid.” His nostrils flare. “Go back to the house before your parents come lookin’.”
“I will,” I nod, my mouth closing around my teeth. My lips curl upward as a sinister grin forms on my face. “I’ll go back there soon.”
“No. You go back ther—” Gregory stares, but his words are cut short as I take the horseshoe in my hand and drive the hard piece of metal into the center of his throat. A garbled yelp slips from his lips as he crashes onto his knees. “Wha—what th?—”
He can’t get the words out. He can’t catch his fucking musty breath. I stare down at him, my lips stretching wider as I lift my arm. In one swift swing, I bring my hand down with such force that the metal U in my grip crashes into Gregory’s temple,causing him to lose his balance. The blow instantly knocking him out as he collapses onto the ground by my feet.
I follow after him, the thrill slicing through my veins, electrifying my body with the endorphins that rush through me. This is what I was looking for. This is what the monster inside of me needed.
This iseverything.
My little legs straddle the sides of his chest as I stare down at his fat, round face. There’s a small trickle of blood coming from the minute wound on his temple. My eyes follow the crimson color as it stains his skin. I’m mesmerized by it as I press my finger against it, feeling the warm, sticky liquid as it clings to my fingertip.
A smile touches my lips as I grab the horseshoe with both hands, lifting my arms above my head. I bring them down in a flash, driving the metal into his face. Starting at his forehead, I repeat my actions over and over again, delivering blows to every inch of his skull. Gregory remains unconscious, blood filling his mouth.
Blood splatters from his face, droplets covering my hands, face and nightgown. I’m caught up in the moment, lost in the frenzy as I bash his face in until it’s barely recognizable. Gregory gurgles, choking on the crimson liquid that he’s drowning in.
I pause, watching as he gargles one last time, a sputter falling from his lips as the blood spills over. Tilting my head to the side, I watch as his chest falls still and life leaves his body. My hands and arms are coated in the sticky, red liquid. It warms my skin, the monster inside me licking its lips.
“My little moon.”
My father’s voice catches me off guard. I never heard him enter the barn and I'm not sure how much of this he witnessed. I don’t feel any guilt or remorse. I’m a blank fucking slate as Iglance up at him in the doorway. I don’t know how I'm going to get out of this…
My father stares down at me, his eyes wide. I watch him carefully as he exhales deeply, like a weight has been lifted. It’s as if he can breathe easily now. He tilts his head to the side, his lips curling upward into a sinister smile. “What did you do?”
CHAPTER ONE
ONYX
Blood.
We come into the world covered in it and sometimes, we leave the world in a similar fashion. I stare down at the body on the floor by my feet, mutilated beyond recognition from the sharp blade of my knife. The thrill that I got from my newest toy has already vanished, and I feel the boredom creeping in.
My gaze focuses on the blood pooling around his body. It was something that had always fascinated me. The way that the bright red hues change into a darker tone as it absorbs the oxygen from the air when it leaves your body. My obsession started at a young age. What once seemed innocent has turned into something much more sinister.
Blood.
Arterial bursts are splattered across my fresh white t-shirt. The warm, sticky substance coats my arms, droplets dispersed across my face. With my knife still in my hand, I turn the blade sideways and wipe it off on my black jeans.
Blood.
“Onyx?” I hear her soft, haunting voice from across the abandoned asylum. Her footsteps are quiet, but as she getscloser, I can hear her black Chucks crushing bits of glass from the broken windows. “I know that you’re in here.”
It’s a game that we’ve played since we were kids, but over the years, it’s taken a sickening turn. That’s the essence of what we are though. Sick. Plagued. Completely and utterly fucked in the head.
This place was our refuge, growing up in an abusive home where there was nowhere to escape within those four walls. The asylum had shut down decades ago, and the building was left to rot. Selene and I would spend hours here, telling ghost tales and playing hide-and-seek. Even years later, after we’ve moved out of our old home, we still always end up back here.
This was the first place where she found me with a dead rabbit in my hand.
