Valentine Cathedral
This is One of my First works for a storey..kind of. So be kind and give me advice anything.
Yes My thoughts are Slightly deeper then others but were all human.
Kill the groom…
to kill the bride.
12:00 PM, 13 February
He isn’t ever coming back. Not after tomorrow. Once the love is gone, it all comes burning down. The one way to kill the bride is to first kill the groom.
February 14th, Valentines Day
10:00 Am, Commencement.
I stare back at the accusing eyes in the mirror; one green, and one violet. They soften at the sudden realisation of truth behind it all. I rehearse my vows continually, pouring them through my head and flashing them across my eyes. I read the note Putri wrote me again as a constant reminder. ‘HELENA, DON’T HESITATE.’
The music begins, signalling my entrance. I march through the heavy redwood doors, as expected Patient isn’t looking at me. He is looking at The Pale.
Strapped on by black silk, I can feel the cold metal pressing close to my skin. Feeling Putri’s presence there was reassuring; she’ll be by my side every second.
[An important reminder, never invite the woman you’re cheating on your fiancé with to the wedding].
As I glide past I glance at Pale, she was smiling at patient. A wicked little grin as my mind slipped to what’s going to pass for the frail girl. She turns to look at me in time to see my green eye rivet in my skull to look at her. She doesn’t know. She thinks I am oblivious to what has been happening so obviously around me. He finally looks at me and smiles. The best man looks more nervous than my soon to be husband. He doesn’t look nervous, but I see past the dark brown layer and see the fear seeping slowly through the cracks of colour in his eyes.
Everything the priest says passes in a blur. Before any realisation kicks in, I am sliding a ring onto Patient’s finger. Patient says something to me, but I do not hear. My head is full of excitement and happiness. My head is full of murder…
10:30 Am, Helena’s Response.
He looks at me expectantly. I think this is the longest he has gone without glancing at Pale. I lean forward so I am close to his ear. He will be able to hear the faintest whisper that not even Satan can hear.
“Valentine homicide. Cathedral suicide.” I whisper so I can barely hear my own words. I know what I am saying though. They are my vows. I have been reciting them for days, since I discovered The Patient had been cheating on me. I shove my hand inside the strapping and grip the dagger handle tightly. I’m still close, so close I can feel his heart beat in his throat.
10:35 Am, The Homicide.
He staggers forward weakly as I drag the dagger down his spine. I can feel the spits of blood splattering on my arm and hand. The relief spills out of me like the blood spills from his back. Blood slowly seeps out of his mouth as he whispers his famous last words.
“My homicide. Your suicide. Marry me in hell.” And his body went limp. I slowly removed my barbed dagger, feeling every muscle and vertebrae tearing against the barbs. I examined my weapon, my friend. Blood stained with fragments of skin stuck to the sharp downward pointing ridges. My eyes swept over the corpse, the impressive slice from neck to tail bone perfect and even down the middle of his spine. Pale is looking shocked. I feel fantastic. But now I have no one. Except Putri. But she will do the same as me when the shock settles. She has seen me. She knows what I’m about to do. She pulls out her gun and fires. A kill shot to everyone in the room except Pale, she is left alive to see what she has done to us. She salutes to me with two fingers, and my smile is as truthful as it has ever been.
Her gun fires one last round, the last round into her head.
10:40am, The Suicide.
I place my dagger to my chest. Perfectly lined up with my heart. I push gently and the tip stabs through my skin. A droplet of blood trickles out, and like it’s a signal, I begin to slowly push the dagger deeper and deeper. Feeling it every inch of the way. The sting of the cold against raw muscle; the smooth metal piercing further and further; slowly making its way to my heart. I miss a breath as I feel the tip of the dagger pierce my heart. I withdraw my precious friend a little, before one..last..push.
There goes the bride, all stained in blood.
Oh see the groom, seeping out his lies.
Together on the cathedral floor,
Forever, truths despise.
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