"You know what it's like to be alone." I said, looking up at the night sky, no one replied. Helplessly, I smiled to myself, tears rolling down my cheeks, I wiped them off with the back of my hand, as I'm all alone, talking all to myself on my rooftop.
Why should I dream for someone to be there with me? When I was scaring them all alway every single time, whenever I had the chance. I continued to feel the cold embrace, as more tears dripped down, washing off the bright red colour on my face.
I screamed, hysterically, all to myself, no one shall hear that, in late night, they will only hear me, in their nightmares.
I still look astonishing, even in fights, I wiped off the bright red on my face, as I waved my axe in the air. I'm not a good person, I never am. Is that the reason why devils all appear to have a great face card? To lead people down to their lures with their innocent look.
Well, how pathetic.
The first thing I learned in life is to never, ever judge a person with their speech and behaviour, not even its looks. Perhaps, that caused me to keep pondering inside a situation, named about being in the lack of friends.
Though, that still provides me no excuses for me to abandon another idea, of me willing to wait at the doorstep of a friend of mine. It's midnight, I brought him some food, it was freshly made, I could guarantee, no one would refuse to eat my cooking.
"It's me, Kilvin, open the door." I said, in a cheerful tune.
I knocked on his door. But no response.
"Is he sleeping?" I mumbled to myself. Then, I press on the doorbell. He has such a fragile doorbell, I need to advise him to send a report to the company. I just pressed it gently with my axe, and it just shattered into pieces.
"Oh dear…" I pressed my hand against my cheek, I accidentally broke his doorbell, what should I do? But I'm sure my friend won't complain, or pursue any responsibility, right? I'm sure he wouldn't mind it when I told him about it.
I tiptoed, and moved my balance on his door handle, glancing inside the peephole of his door. I couldn't find any light source in the room.
My heart raced, as my fingers on the door handle twitched, he is going be fine, is he at home?
I shook my head, of course he's at home. I did ask for assistance from a friend of mine, in order to hack his device. I watched through the camera on his computer. His face was still visible on the screen a few hours ago, I've been waiting at the staircase, ever since his figure disappeared in the visible area of the computer camera.
He must be at home, all alone. I smiled, in confidence.
"Open up the door, it's cold outside honey…" I said, sweetly "you wouldn't want me staying in the cold for too long, right?"
I knocked on his door, I suddenly realised, is it my axe? Is he afraid that my axe will hurt him? I shall never hurt him ! I shall never harm him!
I looked at my axe dangerously, as I yanked it out the window, nothing was stopping me from getting to my friend now. Haha.
"Honey…it's so cold outside…you wouldn't want me to catch a cold…would you…?" I mumbled, it's not a lie that I'm freezing though, tears poured down my fine face. I am indeed weak in health.
Maybe I shouldn't have thrown my axe away, the only thing keeping us is this stupid front door…
I scratched on the door with my sharp nails, hoping to get the darn door open. But sadly, the door decided not to react.
I'm starting to get more and more worried about my friend, why is he refusing to answer the door? Did something happen to avoid him from coming?
I couldn't let anything similar happen.
Surprisingly, he still didn't answer the door. I am having trouble imagining his safety at this certain point, since his doorbell is already broken. I'm afraid I'm left with no other choice but to maintain my action on knocking his door. I ignored the fact that cracks are appearing soon after, I suppose my friend needs to exchange a brand new door.
"Please…open up the door…are you okay…" I urgently needed to know what happened, I needed this darn door to open.
"You made me do this…" I mumbled helplessly, as I walked down the staircase, in the pile of shattered glass, my axe was covered by some broken pieces. I walked straight towards it, and held it tight between my fingers. The remaining glass pierced through my hands, blood dripping down from the cuts. Since, I no longer care.
Blood dripped off my fingers, splattering into stunning red roses on each and every single door step, how beautiful.
A smile formed on my fine face. As I tidied my appearance a bit, I needed to ensure I looked good when I met him. But the blood on my hands kept screwing over, there was red all over me.
But there's nothing stopping me from coming to you now. As I stood up right, in front of his door.
"Now nothing is keeping us apart now, honey." I said, lovingly. I hold on my axe, and swing it on the door at max strength. A huge crack can be seen on the steel door.
I laughed happily "I'm coming to get you now honey." I yanked the axe, as the strong inertia brought the red flew in the air, dying the white walls with the bright colour.
Crimson may not be my most favourite colour, but it would have been the colour I get involved the most.
Wood chucks spatter out in the dictation of my axe, more red sprouts like roses in my garden.
I charged a hard kick at the fragile door, at maximum effort, I laughed in pure pleasure "Honey, now you belong to me." I sound like a loving angel, pitifully, I'm nothing alike.
They believe me as an angel by my looks, but not a single person understands the devil in disguise. Perhaps I'm pretending, perhaps not. Who knows? That all just conveniences me.
He looked at me helplessly, on his bed. The same crimson were gorgeous pictures unable to find in the fixtures. I smiled at him, as I handed him the metal box, I handed it to him carefully, like a child presenting the most beautiful flower he found to the one person he loved at first sight.
He will accept it, there won't be a reason for him to refuse.
"I care for you, my dear." I hold on his cheek, my fingers wipe the red away on his face tenderly.
"Are you starving, dear, I made you food." I looked down at the bed sheets, I'm scared he might say no, what if he's not hungry? What if he doesn't like me anymore?
A tear rolled down my face.
Why must he leave me too?
The boy wrapped his arms around me, gently, like how I used to do it towards him.
"You will always care for me…" he whispered in my ear, the embrace tightening "won't you?" He asked, threatening.
"Of course." I gave him a kiss on his arm, my fingers danced on the silver ring I gave him. My fingers traced on his muscles, his fine body outline, the cold texture gave him a soft shiver down his spine, though it was nearly visible.
I played with our matching ring, as my fingers crossed on the cold material "You look so pretty with the ring." I said.
"Because it's a gift from you." he replied, looking into my eyes.
Haha, I laughed coldly, as I gripped on his finger, and pulled the silver ring off his hand.
My axe is at the corner.
"You will always care for me, will you?" he asked.
"Of course." I crossed his fingers with mine, tight. "Now and forever."
"You promise?"
"I promise you." I said, patiently "Now and forever."
His face burnt, red like the colour on the bed sheets, how stunningly beautiful.
"Say it again." he commanded me.
"I shall care for you, now and forever."
"And again."
I kept repeating again and again, until he got bored of it, he may never will.
He laughed happily, he looked into my eyes, and said the words "I care for you too."
I laughed happily, too.
"No, you don't, a tear rolled down my fine face."
His smile froze on his beautiful face.
"You were scared, weren't you?" I said the truth deep down his heart.
"You didn't dare to come open the door for me, why?"
"You don't love me, do you?"
"Honey, you were shuddering the entire time honey, it's cold outside, you know?"
"If you care about me, you wouldn't leave me waiting outside."
I played with the silver ring, and put it on my right middle finger.
In his horror face, I opened the iron box, it was a heart.
"Open your mouth honey." I said lovingly, slicing it in half, half for him, a half for me.
My cinch was completely tender, my eyes were thoroughly compassionate.
The silver knife in my hands pointed down, I held the fork with my fingers while my other hand reached over under his sharp jawline, in case any of the heat or red drips down, and dirtied anything that belongs to him in the room.
He was shocked in terror. The silver ring was a pair with the other one on my other hand.
"Open your mouth honey." I said, the fork holding tight toward his pale lips.
"Don't make me say it again."
"Carlous."
"Let's have our dinner together tonight, shall we?" I truly sounded like an enchanted lullaby, I thought.
He nodded.
I can finally have my first ever dinner with him now.