A lopsided grin slyly plastered itself upon the visage of a certain small orange-haired individual, both her appendages, hardly able to be called ‘arms’ anymore, joyfully swinging to and fro as she skipped through a busy school hallway.


    One orange orb loosely swam around the hall in front of her, half-heartedly jumping from person to person, as Chloe moved closer to her destination: the rooftop.


    Various sounds played on loop within the small girl’s collapsed mind, moments from yesterday’s… ‘activity’ with Aaron widening her inhuman smile with every passing second.


    She hoped that she could spend the rest of her life like this… blackened figures clawing at her body as she skipped onwards, ecstatic memories of the past nullifying the pain of their lethally cold stares.


    Her surroundings had all been defiled with dried blood, some of it sliding down the walls and pooling upon the very floor she had been using, the liquid leaving monstrous shapes behind the girl, somewhat resembling what had presumably once been a human foot.


    Playfully glancing up towards the ceiling, the small girl saw two familiar obsidian orbs staring back at her, following her every move.


    “Just watch me… Nobody can stop me now! Because now I can do anything in his name... anything... I’ll do everything for him.” She vehemently swore, slowing down once she approached a stairwell that led to the rooftop.


    Vision flickering between reality and her illusions—which was which, not even the small girl knew now—Chloe saw a disfigured corpse pop into existence; its face—or what one might have previously called a face—had been smashed into a pulp, losing all semblance of its once beautiful appearance.


    The body had a name. Although the only thing such an insignificant piece of information could do was adorn the corpse''s grave. Assuming it will ever be found, that is.


    The girl scoffed at the sight of it before mumbling, “Whore.”


    But then the corpse vanished, leaving nothing but a puddle of blood in its wake.


    It reminded her of the corpses lying dormant under her bed. Or at least used to.


    The corpse that had lain before Chloe… wasn’t a corpse… yet.


    “Tch… Trashy bitch… You’re next.”


    <hr>


    A small girl let out an exhausted groan as she wiped her bloodied sleeve across her forehead.


    “Why do these bodies have to be so fucking heavy?” She groaned, letting her arms rest for a short while before getting back to the task at hand.


    “Maybe you shouldn’t of killed’em then, shortcake.” A smug voice responded to her comment, its tone jovial and vibrant as if it had been enjoying watching such a scene unfold before the small girl.


    Chloe looked down towards the pool of blood that had accumulated in the makeshift garbage dump that her bed’s storage had been used as.


    Her eyebrows were raised slightly, still befuddled as to why she couldn’t exactly... see... the dead bodies before her.


    It was as if something in her mind disabled her brain from comprehending the image that the light entering her singular orb had transmitted to it. A black fuzzy veil covered both of the bodies, only showing the hands and feet of the two corpses to aid in the small girl dragging them to another destination.


    “Weird… But then again… I don’t wanna see them again anyways… So I guess I’ll have to thank myself for being so mindful of my mental state…” The small girl surmised, pausing for a few seconds.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    All of a sudden, she burst out into a fit of broken laughter, her voice increasing and decreasing in pitch as time passed, seemingly undecided upon which range it wanted to equip.


    “As if it would fuckin matter anyway; it can’t get crazier than crazy, amiright?”


    A few moments of rare silence passed, the small girl having come to a complete halt as she looked around her room in surprise.


    When had it last been this quiet within her mind?


    “Yup. I think this is as bad as it gets… talking to yourself and shit.”


    And then it all resumed.


    Sluggishly dragging the bodies into the older woman’s room, Chloe locked the door and went back to her usual life.


    <hr>


    Warmth. Her whole body felt as if she had just come out of a warm bath. Snuggling up even closer to Aaron’s body, the small girl let out a happy sigh before looking up at his expression.


    Aaron’s countenance was one of confliction. He wasn’t going to lie to himself and say that he didn’t like where he currently found himself, but then again he already had someone he loved dearly.


    How could he so simply forget about the girl he’d previously thought he’d grow old with?


    If only life could be so simple.


    Feeling a hand reach down to somewhere it shouldn’t have, Aaron’s emerald orbs slowly travelled downwards, finding a smug expression dominating his small friend’s face.


    He wanted to lie to himself.


    But then again.


    What happened if pushing her away made her turn out like his mother had?


    Aaron didn’t want to be left behind again. Even if he’d still have his little sister and his father.


    They couldn’t fill the loneliness that had tightly gripped his heart, threatening to burst it in one fell swoop.


    Looking back up to the blue sky that daintily stared down at them, Aaron closed his eyes and lost himself in ecstasy.


    What else could he do but that?


    <hr>


    Feeling the thorny wind nip her pale skin, Chloe closed her eyes as her long orange hair fluttered, being lifted up by the elements.


    Soon it’d all be over. Just one more thing to deal with and everything would be perfect.


    Entering her apartment, she looked around the room and flicked the lights off. Everything was in place.


    She’d still yet to… coerce Aaron into verbally saying that he acknowledged Chloe as his new girlfriend, but soon he’d relent.


    A dirty smirk grew upon her chapped lips before disappearing.


    “Focus.” She reprimanded herself. Now was not the time for... those kinds of thoughts.


    She’d have all the time in the world to fuck around with Aaron after dealing with this problem.


    In both the literal and metaphorical sense.


    This ‘play’ of hers was going to require some skill and a lot of luck. The timing had to be perfect… and it wasn’t going to be easy.


    Unbeknownst to the brunet boy, his phone had been tampered with.


    Nothing too serious, though.


    Just a few messages sent and timers set.


    Any moment now, the latter should go off, prompting Aaron to head over to her apartment and the former.


    Ohhh~, the former.


    They should walk through her door anytime now.


    Hiding herself behind her bedroom door, equipped with a kitchen knife in her hand, Chloe’s orange orb glimmered with lethal intent.


    It all came down to this.


    A metallic groan erupted from her apartment’s front door, a grin slowly finding itself onto the small girl’s face as adrenaline started to flow throughout her body.


    “Aaron?” A sickeningly sweet voice sounded out, the sound of the door closing behind her sealing her fate.


    “You like to do it in the dark, I see? How naughty… Not like I have any objections though.”


    Grin ripped from her expression, Chloe waited until she saw a dark figure approach the kitchen from the small gap she’d left open in her door, where a small note was lying upon the counter.


    “Being mysterious, huh? Leaving a note in the dark for me to read.” The voice coyly sung, turning her back on the door that led to Chloe’s room, a figure taking the chance to slowly slither out from within it.


    The tall blonde struggled to make out the words that were messily scribbled upon the note before finally making out a few words.


    “How’s… hell? What the fu-“ Ella queried before screaming out in pain, her back searing with pain.


    Looking down to her midsection, she saw a small pointy object emerging from within her, a sticky crimson substance coating the weapon that had inflicted such lethal damage upon her.


    Coughing out some blood, Emma weakly turned around before suddenly being forced into a messy kiss, unable to make out the culprit.


    But this wasn’t the type of kiss that was meant to bring pleasure.


    Using the fact that the blonde was too surprised by the sudden erotic act to think, Chloe suddenly bit hard down upon her opposition’s tongue, ruthlessly tearing it out from the blonde’s mouth.


    A wide grin bloomed upon her countenance as she swallowed the piece of meat, blood dripping down from her mouth.


    “At least you taste good, Bitch.”