...~~*To Die For: Part 2 - Escape*~~...
That massacre was the best night of your life.
Their screams still bounced in your ears as your own combatted them.
They had found the both of you dancing under that mirror ball, happily spinning in slow circles.
They had taken the both of you away, hand in hand until the cuffs bound your wrists behind your back.
Now you lay crying in a white room, arms bound to your sides.
He was on trial for murder, and you for accessory.
They had taken your dress and blood soaked shoes for evidence.
They left you cold, nothing but your underwear hiding your shame until they gifted you with this special jacket.
You would scream because the Clyde to your Bonnie was nowhere near you.
No, he was in the other end of the criminally insane ward.
It was an act of love, you would scream.
He would die for you, and we'd seen that he would kill for you.
Hundreds of lives had been lost that night.
Four hundred parents were calling for the death sentence.
The Romeo to your Juliet was left begging for mercy.
He was screwed.
You dropped to your knees by the door, scratching until your fingers bled into the indents they had made.
"I hate you more than you could know"
"we know" they'd reply, throwing a lump of unidentifiable meat into your room.
You would scurry like a monster.
The meat was your prey.
Every night another ward would tell you what your boy's status was.
It was never good.
Alone you'd huddle into the soft pile of mutilated pillows in the corner.
Every night you grew closer and closer to your animal instincts.
The beast in you slowly found its way out, fighting for survival.
Burrowing into the nest of feathers and destroyed cotton you curled up into a ball, closing your eyes tight.
You'd weep, despite your animalistic traits telling you not to.
One night, you awoke, hearing a scuffle and a silenced cry of pain.
The bolt on your door opened.
You jumped and ran to hide behind the door, a sharpened toothbrush in your grip.
Thats when you saw it.
That mess of brown hair, sweeping across his eyes.
Those ice blue eyes that only softened for you.
He turned, the bloody knife in his grip falling to the floor, and looked at you.
You stood tall, clean and neat, despite your animal actions you remained hygienic.
Within moments that lip piercing was pressed into your bottom lip as you celebrated having found each other.
Your stark white clothing now stained with the red from him, you took his hand, a mess, and followed him down the hall.
Twists and turns lead you to the kitchen, where silently you crept through the door, keeping low and stepping silently.
Closer and closer you crept to the head cook, in all his greasy oblivious might.
One swift movement and you had the big kitchen knife from his belt and he was on the floor, red dripping from his back.
This alerted the rest of the kitchen, but they were down in less than thirty seconds due to your boy.
He grinned at you, his hand outstretched, and he led you through the kitchen to the loading dock.
You smiled as one of the other cook's intestines spilled onto the floor, reminding you of that dance-slash-massacre.
The fresh scent of midnight air blew through your hair.
Freedom.
He signaled you to a gate on the far side of the open courtyard, and held up a set of keys.
You nodded.
The knife in your left hand, his hand in your right, you both took off at a rate of knots.
Refusing to stop for anything, you stood impatiently as he threw the gate open and you made off into the trees.
You both looked a mess.
You were both in hiding.
But you were both free.
For now...
Just for now...