Page 44 of Drowned In Silence
I want to see her go crazy though. I want to see her with a knife aimed at someone else and not herself.
After she finishes her coffee, I hand her some clothes and let her get dressed in the bathroom. I'm sitting on the bed when she comes out of the door looking like a fucking model.She's got my black cargo pants on, rolled up at the top so they don't fall off. One of my black shirts, tied up at her belly button and made into a crop top. And a pair of converse that Spencer bought the other day when he went shopping.
“Stunning,” I murmur. Her cheeks flush, and she plays with her lip shyly. “Come sit with me. I have something for you.”
She crosses the room and sits next to me on the edge of the bed, the hesitation of receiving gifts written clearly on her face.
“Why? It's not my birthday, it's not even a holiday. I haven't done anything to deserve a present.”
“It doesn't have to be a significant day to receive a gift, Dynah. If someone wants to give you something, then they can just give it to you.” I press the wide black box into her hands. “Open it, Little Raven.”
Her fingers untie the black ribbon delicately– movements slow.
“Elliot,” she whispers in surprise. “It’s… gorgeous.”
Inside the box is a mask that matches mine. It’s crafted like a masquerade mask, stopping at just above the nose, but just as dazzling as mine. Broken mirror pieces cover the piece, with black fabric inside to protect her face.
Taking the box from her hands, I set it behind me, getting it out of the way. “Put it on. Let me see,” I ask. She slides the mask on carefully, almost as if she doesn’t want to hide behind it. It reflects light onto the rest of the room, shining from the morning sun that filters in through the french doors and windows. A bright mask for a dark soul. “How do you feel?”
“I’ve never–” she trails off, clouded with emotion.
I shift off of the bed and onto my knees in front of her, taking her head in my hands and looking her in the eye.
“I know,” I say, using my thumb to brush off an escaping tear. “You’re perfect, Dynah.”
“I told you–”
“Told me what, Little Raven?”
“I told you you would get on your knees for me eventually.” Her smile brightens up the room more than it already was, and I lean in and kiss her.
“Who told who? If I remember correctly, I told you I would if you wanted me to. Is this what you want, Dynah? Do you want me to stay on my knees– begging you?”
Her smile drops, seriousness taking over.
“I want to hurt the people who have hurt us. I want them on their knees. Not you. Not yet. I want you to teach me how to do what you do. I’m ready to take my life back. Well… not back. I want to take life and make it my bitch. I want to stand up for everything I haven’t yet. I want to make them pay. I want–” she stops and breaks eye contact, looking nowhere in particular.
“Want what? Tell me, my Little Raven. I will beg you like I said if you want me to. I will remain on my knees and beg you for answers. Tell me, Dynah. Tell me what you need.”
“I want to kill my Father. This is his fault. Everything is his fault. He has to die.”
Let's Play
Dynah
I’m not sure whenthings changed within my head. The more and more I think, the less this feels real. Can I take back the power that never belonged to me? Will Elliot help me claim my life once and for all? Will he hold me up and let me lean on him while I take what’s rightfully mine?
My life, my fate, my serenity.
There is only one way to find out. I have to put what little trust I have into someone else. Someone who has searched for me for years. Someone who has catered to me since he first saw me. Someone who has literally gotten on his knees and begged me for answers.
Elliot. My stalker. My captor. My…
“Come on, Little Raven. If you want to play, then let’s go play.”
He stands up and takes my hand, grasping tightly and refusing to let go after I get up. He grabs his mask from the dresser and slides it into place. We walk out of theroom and into the living room, where Spencer is sitting on the couch watching TV.
“Oh come on! Seriously, Elliot?! You got her a fucking mask that matches yours? I’ve been around since the beginning and I don’t fucking have one!” Spencer whines when he sees us. I can’t help but to smile, and for once I give a little giggle.