DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN MADAME RED(ANGELINA DURLESS), GRELL SUTCLIFF, OR CIEL PHANTOMHIVE, SO SCREW OFF! ALL RIGHTS GO TO Yana Toboso and Funimation. Except for the plot.
Madame Red-centric drabble in her last minutes of life!
The cold clutches of death grabbed me, grabbed everything. But above everything else; there was the scent. The scent of death plagued me, for it was caused by the one person that I so loved. It burned, I felt like vomiting up everything in my stomach, but I couldn't do that with a mouthful of blood. So I swallowed it. The swallowing of blood made me nauseous, but that's exactly what I wanted. Nausea, so I wouldn't have to deal with the pain in my stomach anymore.
I was so pitiful.
In fact, I shouldn't be living. Suicide is- was- my only way out, but now, I lay on the floor, searing tears burning their way down my face, blood, whimpers, and vomit pouring from my mouth. I know I've done it this time, I never should have gone through and loved this man. So why did I? It hurt to love him, so why do it? Because he made me feel special.
But now, my body discarded, draped over the sidewalk as I became just another woman.
One more soul to judge.
If God wanted my soul, he could have it, but it wouldn't be worth much. It was a cold, bitter thing, but I knew that the Father I so loved, the one I prayed to every night might not even want me for the violence against oneself. I had been ripped apart, just another accounted red splotch, and soon, I'd just be another unsolved crime who was soon to have the final celebration of one's life. A funeral... And as my crimson lover walked away, he told me a few words that would have made me want to die anyways.
"I'm sorry, but we just didn't work out, I'm breaking this off."
I knew I shouldn't have been so foolish as to trust this man, this red reaper. My first love had told me of how I reminded him of Tiger Lillies, my second, told me that our baby was all that mattered. And both of them had slipped through my fingers, my second love first, with our baby, and my chances of ever bearing child, my first love second, with my only sister...
And now had this man, he was perfect in every way, except for that of his heart's commitment, he runs around and flirts with everything that has legs, and even then some. The only person I've limited him from is my dear nephew, nobody could ever touch them, I swore to protect him, even with my life.
Which brings me to being here, that boy is what caused this mess. I failed to kill him, so I took his place. And that had cost me more than my life, it was my faith in him, and the last of my spirit.
I no longer had my brown butler, now, he was my Red Death.
