Chapter Two - Nameless
Beauty stared me in the ugly eyes, her delicate face a mask of horror at the sight of my malformed face. I stared right back at her, though; I knew she thought she was making me up inside her mentally unstable head.
As she turned to face me, I gave up and snuck back round the corner, into her wardrobe again. The faded scent of her mother's perfume and aging, dusty gowns overwhelmed my nostrils, almost sending me reeling back out again. I hide in there so often, surely I should be used to it? After all, it was a very nice smell...
I shook my head in disgust (at myself, not the smell of Vermillion's wardrobe) and peeked through the keyhole - she was gone. Grabbing my ripped bag with a wrinkled hand, I opened the door and stood up. Blinking in the light cast by the lamps on the wall, I headed for the window.
Looking back over my shoulder, which I regretted but I still did every time, I yanked the window up and sat on the edge. Weighing my balance out very cautiously, I walked across the nearest branch of the massive oak tree outside her window.
Brushing my matted, greasy hair back, I squinted into the winking stars. Although they're meant to be beautiful, they looked somewhat desperate to me: flickering frantically in the impossibly wide sky, lost in the endless darkness, trying to shine brighter than each-other before the sun drowned them out for the daytime. I guess that's just how my twisted mind works.
Dropping from the tall tree, I hurried through the night towards the forest behind Vermillion's house. The house itself was massive - her parents had been ridiculously rich - but I got the feeling that she found the many rooms and empty doorways disconcerting.
Espeically when she had a stalker roaming the corridors, which she believed she was imagining...
Telling myself not to be guilty (as it was my job) I slipped into the secrecy of the trees, cutting through the thick darkness like the dagger I held in my hand.
I'm not sure I'd call my life a life, but it sure was strange.
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