𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 [18+]

71: Dark Side of the Moon

"I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it."

— Sylvia Plath (The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath)

You know her as a mother who killed herself, someone who gave into her darkest side. She is one of the person who is responsible for her child's demons, that still haunts him to this day. What was lurking inside her that made her so vicious, so sacrilegiously sanguine?

31 years ago.

Sarah's POV:

How dare you live?

You don't deserve to live.

Voices.

Thousands of them.

Each of them screaming in my ears, pleading, screaming, crying- asking for my attention.

It had been like this, for years.

I was insane, I was on the brink of what seemed like inferno- and my inferno raged with thousands of monsters.

Everyday, I walked on a brink of what seemed like hell, as if, a simple stumble and I will lose my soul forever.

My world was black and white, void of any color, any emotions.....

It was infested with pests- who leeched off my consciousness every second.

As the day went by, my condition got worse, the voices got more apt- to the point where I couldn't distinguish between hallucinations and reality.

"Amor, I will visit you tomorrow? Please?" Roy's pleading voice voice called out in the telephone, probably talking with the maid.

I closed my eyes as I secretly listened to their conversation from behind the curtains, my heart thumping loudly at the thought of him interacting with that lowly stripper.

Roy....

A month or two ago, I made a deal with him. He gets a merger with the Arthurs and I get my freedom- all we had to do is marry and pretend to be a couple for a month or year.

Even though I was cursed with a disfigured mind, I could decipher people from their gesture and speech. I was trained to be like this, a manipulated canary bird who was to sing and spew at her master's whim and command.

First look and I knew he wasn't as strong as the world portrayed him to be. In reality, he was just a spoiled heir who obeyed every whim and command of his father and his grandfather- he had no thoughts of his own, he had no soul that he owned.

The more the months passed by, the more I grew to know him- he was intriguing to say the least.

He was a feast to eyes, underneath his cowardly exterior, hid a man who was caring and polite- it was something that attracted me greatly.

I had grown attached to him

The only thing, he feared, the only thing the maid feared- the only thing I feared.

It seemed inevitable. Why you ask?

For the past couple of months, he had been so gentle to me- so kind and understanding. He had helped me during my episodes like no other did. I was ever grateful to him and my feelings began to get soft for him from there.

I recognized it as infatuation- and soon, that infatuation grew, like a sapling turning into a tree.

I still wouldn't call it love, but I knew it bothered me to hear him talk to Lindy.