Chapter 268: I Did It.
TW: VIOLENCE.
Nicolai screamed, a raw, animal sound, stumbling back and releasing the knife as his hands flew to his face.
I doubled over immediately, coughing, shaking so hard I could barely stay upright, and when I looked down at myself I found blood, so much blood, soaking through my clothes, pooling darker with every second.
The pain was unlike anything I had ever known, worse than anything I could have imagined a body was capable of feeling and surviving.
But he was still moving, still groaning, still rubbing furiously at his ruined eyes, and some part of me understood that if I stopped now, I would die on this floor.
I didn’t waste the time he’d given me. I reached for another knife from the counter, my fingers barely cooperating, and drove it into his stomach before he could recover.
His eyes went wide, his groan cutting off into a strangled gasp, and I pulled the blade free only to plunge it back into the same spot, again, again, until his legs buckled and he collapsed onto his back, blood spreading fast and dark beneath him.
I didn’t stop there. I climbed over him, straddled his chest, and kept driving the knife down into the same wound over and over, tears streaming freely down my face now, my voice cracking with every strike.
“You fucking monster.” Another stab. “You deserve to die.” Another. “I curse you. I curse you. DIE!”
I lost count of how many times the blade went in, I only knew, somewhere in the fog of my own screaming, that he had stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped being anything at all beneath me.
The moment it was over, my body gave out. I collapsed beside him, too weak to hold myself upright any longer, my limbs spasming, my vision tunneling at the edges as
I felt myself losing more blood by the second.
And still, somehow, a broken, watery laugh bubbled out of me as I stared at his still body, his eyes wide open and empty, fixed on nothing.
“I did it, Fabian,” I whispered, my voice shaking apart with every word. “I did it, Lila.”
My laughter cut off into another cough, and this time it came up with blood, warm and metallic against my lips.
My tears came harder, faster, panic rising in a way the pain hadn’t managed to summon. “I don’t want to die,” I sobbed, the words barely holding together. “I don’t want to—” Another cough tore through me, worse than the last, and the room around me began to blur at the edges, sound and light bleeding together into something distant.
Somewhere far away, or maybe not far at all, a door burst open. Two voices reached me through the haze, familiar in a way that made my chest ache.
“Little Fairy.”
“Indigo.”
And then there was nothing but darkness.