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Reaching the landing of the stairs, you finally spot what seems like occupancy. Light floods out from under a one of three doors on this floor. The door also a sign hanging on it reading: Noel’s room. “Ugh.” You instinctively groan. Well it’s time to get over and done with. You take a deep breath and brace yourself. You slam the door open.

The sight before your eyes is too much to take in. In the instant you feel you an excruciating head pounding pain, almost as if someone took a hammer right to your head. The longer you look, the worse it gets. Your legs soon crumble under your weight but you still can’t tear your eyes away her. Just yesterday you saw her loving smile, heard her hearty laugh and felt her warm embrace. But today? She lies motionless on the cold wooden floor. Her head partially caved in exposing the gruesome sight of her shattered skull; blood and brain matter seeping out through the rupture. There she is in a pool of her own gore. Flare is dead.

You’re finally able rip your eyes from that horrific sight but it’s burnt into your brain. You can never unsee it. You then feel start to feel last night’s dinner rise up your esophagus; you make no attempt to suppress it as vomit violently erupts from your mouth while you cough and hack, tears fleeing from your eyes. This must be a nightmare; it has to be. Your brain is just playing a real nasty trick on you. Enough is enough. Time to wake up as you weakly take your hand to pinch yourself as hard you possibly can.

Unfortunately, it is no trick of the brain as you hoped. This is the reality you live in. You begin to wail; you don’t remember crying this hard ever since you were a kid. Your arms and knees are no longer able to support you up as you collapse into own vomit. You don’t care anymore. Life is meaningless. You could die now for all you care.

But then an irritable voice speaks “Ah don’t do that anon, you’re going to make it harder for me to clean up.” You raise you puke and tear sodden face to see the speaker, although you already know who is speaking.

That stupid bitch Noel. You already know Noel did the deed as she makes no attempt to hide the murder weapon. A sanguine mace with tiny bits of flesh and threads of blonde hair with highlights of red cling to it. You’d slaughter her in an instant if you were able to pick yourself up off the ground but unfortunately that’s going have to wait until you can regain your strength.

“Ahh but despite the mess you made I’m glad to see you again. I missed you!” The audacity of this cunt to say that and smile in a time like this. She gets up from her bed, dragging her mace along the floor and leaving red footsteps behind her. “DON’T YOU COME ANY CLOSER YOU PSYCHO BITCH!” You feel absolute fury burning within you but also trembling fear as you don’t know what she has in store for you. “That’s no way to talk to your best friend like.” She pouts. “YOU’RE NO FRIEND. YOU’RE A FUCKING DEMON!” She kneels before, smashing the mace an inch away from your face into the ground causing the wooden floor to splinter. The smell of iron is nauseating. “Ohh if you’re going to keep shouting and being so rude I’m going to have punish you.” That threat shuts you down, you realize in this moment you’re at her mercy.

You can catch Flare’s body in peripheral vision causing tears to well up again. There’s a lot of questions you want to ask but you’re only able to get one word out of your choked throat. “Why?” The sobbing is uncontrollable. “Because she tried to steal my beloved of course.” Beloved? Who’s that? It saddens you further to learn Flare loved another man but there are more pressing matters at hand. “So… So you just killed her over that?” “Of course” She beams. “I could never let anyone take you away from me Anon. And Flare is no exception to that despite how much I loved her. No one gets in the way between me and beloved.” Did you hear that right? She loves you? Nononono your ears must be blocked, there’s no way in hell a bully like Noel confessed to you. This isn’t like a ‘girl bullies’ boy she likes’ scenario. She fucking assaulted you and murdered your best friend in cold blood. She hates you just as you hate her. “BULLSHIT, you hate me. Why else you all those horrible things to me if you loved me.”

“It’s the truth! I did all that so I could get your attention. Although the punch was not planned. I am really really sorry I messed up your cute face!” She clasps her hands together, mace still in hand. You want to get pissed, you want to get mad but you’re also really tired. You don’t want to think or feel anything anymore because it’s not like it matters anyway. You shut your eyes “Whatever I’ve heard enough. Just hurry up and kill me already.” You speak wearily. May be in the afterlife you might be able to reunite with Flare. Sounds romantic.