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Matilda sighed and pushed her hair out of her face, walking back over to the bar and grabbing some vodka.
She sat in the corner, where she couldn't be noticed, and blocked her mind.
Sipping her drink slowly, she thought of the night before again.
The images flashing before her eye's.
She shivered, becoming a little scared for herself, and took a big chug of the vodka.
Matilda usually wasn't the one to freak out, she was usually the calm one.
She didn't like to kill, she didn't mind it, but it wasn't her first choice.
The guilty witch sighed and shook her head again, concentrating on that feeling. The feeling she got when she was about to go out of it.
It was...Adrenaline. A rush of it actually, and it made her feel good. She concentrated on what happens after it, it was like she blacked out, yet she was awake.
Vaguely, she remembered walking down the streets, images flashed through her mind. Drunk men, hitting on her. Human. How bad she wanted to kill them at that moment, but it wasn't her. It was Deatheria. They eye's. They eye's were different. Scary. Violent. Empty.
She growled to herself, jumping and covering her mouth after, she had made that sound? Matilda sighed and put her hands in her head, the images stopping no more. She slept with them, and teased them. As if she were a straight out whore.
Everything looked fine, but then it got violent. He slapped her, the man with the green eye's. He slapped her, bruising her cheek, and she lost control. Deatheria pushed him off, snapping his neck. Turning to the other to and poking their eye's out. It was terrible, gruesome. She burned them from the inside, freezing one, and finally... Removing the insides.
Gasping, she put her hands over her mouth again, sick. The images, bloody, sick...Inhuman.

Matilda gasped again, breathing slowly and keeping her hands on her mouth. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks, hot, yet cold.She shook her head and started to dry them, playing a soft song in the wind.It resembled a lullaby, yet with a touch of freak show in it.She curled up in a ball, sipping her vodka again before rubbing her arms.
She was a monster. A psychopath. And she knew it. She knew she needed to be locked up, put away from society. But Sino would not allow it, she said it was not needed. That she, was a good friend, even when she killed people, that she needed to fill a whole in her heart. Sino always said things like that, but Matilda never understood. What was it that she needed? What was she missing? Matilda never knows, and that is why she would stay up until three in the after noon, not getting a wink of sleep.
Matilda sighed, the tears slowing down as she played with her hair. She was longing for something, and she knew what it was, but she wouldn't admit it. I don't need it. is what she would think to herself, but Sino knew. Saying she did need it. Why? Why would someone need something such as love? It made absolutely no sense to her. Love. It was stupid, betraying. And she knew it from experience. After he died.
Shaking, Matilda stopped herself from thinking about love anymore, and started to think about her problem. The most important thing, the thing that kills. That is what she thought of herself. A thing. She was a stupid thing, and she could do nothing about it. Matilda knew the basics of having a double personality. She met quite a few herself. Happy then mad, jumpy then sleepy. But she was different. Normal, then insane. She didn't understand it, the way she worked, or why her father had a genetic mutation.
She sighed, her thought going on to her father. He had been hunted and killed, wanted for being mentally insane, just when she turned nine. her mother had a hard time with it, suffering, crying. Even now she was depressed. But it never bothered Matilda. She hated that b*****d. the one who had messed her up, the one who made her this way. But she couldn't tell her mother that, it would completely break her, so she played along. She would cry at the anniversary of his death, she would cry with her mother, whenever a single thought came about him. She would cry whenever her mother cried. Because she couldn't bear the thought of losing some one. Ever again.