Times like these, where I feel nihilistic and void, is where I get the brightest of ideas. I start to wonder if my choices up to this point in time would have led me to greater things. If I had chosen different paths in life and if there is such things as fate and destiny. Are fate and destiny the same thing, or are they just similar subjects like long lost cousins?
Maybe if I hadn't tricked that girl, maybe if my father wasn't an alcoholic. I try to be a good person though deep inside I know that I'm just a sarcastic, cold bitch that wouldn't give a damn of a dying boy unless I've slept with him.
Thoughts run through my head at a million miles an hour. They don't plan to stop.
The man I'm with currently finds comfort in the fact that he thinks I'm such a broken girl that needs someone of the same coin to love. He's really so pathetic. A whiny brat that hasn't grown up and can't get over his dead brother. The way he talks about him, adoring him with compliments one moment, then cussing him out the next. He's like some scorned woman that got dumped by some douchebag that might've cared for him at one point.
"Herobrine..." I call out to him. My fingers beckon for the shadow in a corner. "Come here, I have something to tell you."
At this point, I have planned my escape. He thought he has bested me, using his powers to control my thoughts and emotions, forcing me to love him! It had worked the first month, but what he didn't know was that he had let his guard down when he had a fit one day.
I remember being awakened with a snap of a wrist. My eyes fell upon Herobrine sprawled on the floor, I was hunched over him. My eyes widened, thinking that I had planned on killing him until I noticed the moist towel in my hand. I looked around, we were in a bedroom, his sheets were ruffled and soup had been spilled upon them. I had been nursing Herobrine through sickness.
My fingers crawled within my palms as anger boiled within me. I had been tricked, but I will escape. I promised myself that.
I had been planning for weeks and I can finally execute my plan tonight. I lured the monster.
"Herobrine," I whined. "tell me you love me." So he did.
"Am I beautiful?" He nodded.
"Would you die for me." With no hesitation he had agreed.
I smiled cruelly at him.
Adrenaline pushed and shoved its way through my pulsing veins, fueling my excitement. My steed's heavy hooves pounded on the path below us, never stopping to glance at the rushing scenery. My pupils dilated to normal size, rushing my head with memories of the past hour.
I had leaned over to Herobrine, ready for a loving kiss, which he had happily accepted. While our lips were locked, I unsheathed my dagger and rammed it into the center of Herobrine's chest. I ran off with my dagger, glinting in the fire light.
I had been sure that if Herobrine did not melt away from existence from the stab wound, he would surely die from the poison, Batrachotoxin, I had laced my blade with. I cackled away in the moonlight as I passed through the Nether portal.
Now I had calculated that by the time I performed the act and got out of the portal, 300 yards away specifically, it would have been 2 hours. The poison takes effect immediately and shuts down the entire human body in 30 minutes. By now, Herobrine should be a crumpled lump in the hallway of his castle. Oh how funny that sounds.
I have no time to waste, my plan has not fully succeeded until I finally settle down. I think I see a village somewhere in the distance.
I have been thinking over the path I chose to set this story, and I agree with some of you. I had ended it abruptly and hastily without second thought. I apologize to the fans of this story, but I hope you will forgive my laziness with my promise of more chapters? Just push back the last chapter in the far recesses of your wondrous minds and make room for the new Silent Lovers 2.0
With Love, Samantha
