----- I was a very complex person.... No... Am, a very complex person. Even my own parents couldn't figure me out. I was a puzzle, they said. Whenever I asked them to take me to a therapist or psychologist, they said I was 'fine'. Fine? People describe me using very vivid words. But never, 'fine'. The shame of leaving me unsolved struck them hard, like a two ton train hitting a deer who crossed the track by 'mistake'. They never knew, that I would detonate... Never knew that there was a time limit to this game called 'Life'. ----- "Hey! Vanessa, LOOK AT THIS~!" The sly bastard ran around the room, carrying her thongs. The poor girl slunk back in her chair, pink as a rose and embarassed. I simply raised an eyebrow and looked at Cecillia who stared back at me, before giving me the middle finger. "... Tch." I snapped back to the idiot who was being chased down by William. "YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH! GIVE THOSE BACK TO VANESSA BEFORE I FUCKING RIP YOU IN HALF AND FEED YOU TO THE DOGS!" "There are no dogs here, William." Vanessa gave a shrill cry, burying her face in further embarassment. I pitied that girl. It was true, though. The gears turned and grinded against eachother, the grandfather clock's pendulum swinging, mesmerizing me for a short moment before reality woke me up. "RAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—" Almost, just almost, I could've sworn I caught a tear sliding off Cecilia's cheek. I blinked before inspecting her perfect face again. "A tear... She never cries." ---- "Hey, Ceci, I thought I saw you cry." "You thought." "And I'm correct." "... Fuck off." "No." "Fine." Our bickering didn't end there. Her long cream yellow locks were reflected by the brilliant shine of the brazen clockworks. Her threads of hair seemed... Almost pure white. "... Hey. Did you ever thought of... Well, how things could've gone differently?" "What do you mean?" The least I was concerned about was how fate worked. All I knew it did things its own way, and we couldn't- shouldn't complain. At all. "What if. Just what if. The chances are that we were still alive and weren't... here. What if. And I mean hypothetically, if we had a normal life. What. If." "There are no what ifs, in this world, or their world. None at all." There weren't, really. It was just a simple hypothetical question. But secretly, deep inside, I knew. I would've been getting a football scholarship, end up in a fancy college and get married to a beautiful blonde and have three kids. That, would've been my life. "... Just fuck off. I'm not in the mood to deal with you." "Come on, Cecilia. You know you want me... Be honest." I was never a fan of optimism. But right now? I'm allll for positive thinking. And the first thing I'd like to accomplish on my bucket list, is to get laid. ---- Cecilia's POV ---- "I hate you." "I love you too." My eyes were weary. Right now, in my bed, was a horndog named Tyler. Who, was smoking. A. Fucking. Cigarette. "God, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" "You know you like it. You've been screaming my name for four hours straight." "OH SHIT, ARE YOU SURE THE REST—" "You're so loud. Hush." "YOU'RE SUCH A DICK." "You want to see mine?" "NO. NEVER. ZILCH. NADA. NONE." "Awww..." The fucking bastard decided to lean in more, his breath on my neck was warm. "Y'know, this isn't really an invitation, but nobody would ever find out..." "No." "Hmm? Why not?" "First of all. You're a douchebag. I'd rather give myself as an offering the some Wiccan goddess before I went in a relationship with YOU. Second, I'm not risking the chance. This is the only last chance I have, to redeem myself. To get revenge, and to apologize to everyone of my family members before I burn in hell. I don't want to waste that chance and be handed over to satan, who's probably smoking some weed. THIRDLY, I HAVE STANDARDS, BITCH." ---- Vanessa's POV ---- "Vanessa~" I was too indulged in my book to look at Eric, who is most likely crawling into my bed— "ERIC. STEP OUT OF THAT BED, AND PUT THOSE HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" And... William comes in, with his chrome pistol in his hands. -----