at long last // coralie
Jul 26, 2020 11:55:01 GMT -5
Post by d1b. xylia fray ♕ kaяi on Jul 26, 2020 11:55:01 GMT -5
tw - suicide
Defeat.
My greatest enemy and my biggest nightmare.
I had never experienced her wrath, even as a child playing with the neighborhood kids I was always successful. Whether it be cops and robbers or a simple game of tag. I never lost, not once. The others hated it, resented it for me even, but I was always victorious. Always walked around with a crown high atop my head.
Until now.
Now the misery of defeat lay heavy on my shoulders, taunting me around every corner, reminding me of her presence with every breath I take. The Rossum family is known for their pride, for their ability to remain tall even when the world seems to be crashing down around us.
But I have failed.
No matter how many times I scrub my hands, they still remain stained red from my victims. The scent of iron followed me wherever I went and the image of their blood dripping onto the white marble was always in the forefront of my mind. I hadn’t meant to kill them, the Rossum family is built on honor and truth, but Poppy and Amrin’s voices still haunted me in my dreams. Night time used to be my escape.
But now it was only filled with nightmares.
The lack of sleep was getting to me. Every time I turned down a hall one of them faced me, arms folded, gaze unwavering. Quickly I’d face the other direction, but then the next one would be waiting for me too, like they knew exactly what I was trying to do. It was enough to drive anyone mad.
Even me.
I push through the two of them and continue down the hall, finally finding the door to my room. My hand shakes as I try to turn the knob. I tumble in and slam the door behind me. Heavy breathing, sweaty palms, my legs are barely strong enough to hold me up. I unlatch the window and open it as wide as it can go. The rain from the storm hits me in the face, soaking my clothes, my bed, and anything within the window’s vicinity. A deep inhale and I place my foot on the ledge. My hands cling to the awning, gripping as tightly as I can on the slippery surface. I throw my foot onto the roof, suddenly thankful for all the ballet lessons my parents provided. A final heave and I am finally on top.
The view from up here is beautiful.
I close my eyes, letting my body move with the wind. Memories coming flooding in from my childhood, from weeks ago, from just a few hours before. My arms spread out like an eagle on either side. I lift my foot to take a step, ready to fly.
A girl’s voice rings out from below.
”Coralie? Is...is that you? What are you doing?”
Violet has her head out the window from a room below, squinting through the rain to see what the commotion is.
”Violet I...I can’t do this anymore.”
The rain had soaked my clothes entirely. The curls in my hair were flattened and mascara ran down my face. Tears were mixed in, but it was hard to distinguish the two. Lightening cracked through the sky, illuminating my body and casting a shadow on the roof.
I am a flame that has finally burnt out.
”I didn’t mean to kill them. Poppy or Amrin. They’ve been haunting me ever since, begging me to pay the price.”
I brush my sopping wet hair out of my eyes, trying to get a final look at the girl in the window.
”It’s finally time I give them what I owe.”
Another strike of lightning and thunder that shakes the mansion. My eyes meet hers one last time, my foot dangerously close to the edge. Just one more step.
”I’m sorry.”
Defeat.
She is swift and she is calculating.
But she is anything but merciful.
