Your Turn
This is inspired by the short story assignment, as this is the other part of the novel I was considering writing about. I really really liked it but uh, wasn’t long enough at the time to be handed in, so this is really just for enjoyment!
It’s awake
Where was it was tucked away, who it was hiding from, how it even exists.
What happened that day, even I don’t know, but it’s spreading like a virus
Contagious, even.
Good. Very good.
Never been the kind of person who tries to push the boundaries too much, not the kind who likes to try if the odds aren’t in my favour. But fuck. Right now, the odds are a new kind of odd. Statistics stumbling behind the realization of chance. I’m not usually a risk taker. Usually.
Music is becoming infectious, this beat pounding my head and something in me wants to turn the volume up. Pulse hitting harder than the subwoofer, the heat draining and enticing. I probably shouldn’t. Probably. But I’ve never done it before. And for once, I want to know what happens if I don’t sit back down. Because I have that option now. I always have.
It’s been waiting. Dreaming. I never thought it would see the light of day. But it exists. Through the lining of forbidden words, peeking behind smirks and she knows. She knows far too much about you. She knows far more than you could imagine. And it’ll catch you off guard. A wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing. More like leaving a lit match stick in a forest. Don’t worry, you’ll feel the heat when it comes for you.
Not too much, not too far. I want to test the waters. I want to test you. I want to take a gamble, feel that rush that they talk about because there isn’t a consequence when it’s necessary. Intention can’t hide forever. And neither could it. Don’t lie to me. Ever again. Cause it’ll hurt to see me smile that day.
It’s different. Fresh. Sharp tongue and quick remarks that it’s had in storage for far too long. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still hiding. It’s just making its presence known. It’s not attitude. It’s what you dreaded. The recognition that I don’t feel like playing pretend with you anymore, that there’s a reason why the Queen is more powerful than the King, that this is my turn, and I won’t hesitate to call checkmate when the time comes. She’s been waiting a long time for this. It wants to see that light drain from your eyes someday.
So all I ask is that you shut up for once. Use the ears you were gifted and listen to me, let it crawl through and dissolve into your bloodstream. Let the venom seize up your heart, let the ice in your veins take over. Let it. Like you have a choice.
It knows what it’s doing. It doesn’t care. This is your problem now. This is me. It’s contagious, yes, because I keep catching it ever since then. I caught it from you. And you’re about to catch up to the story you tried to forget.
There are no winners in this game, but I’m definitely not the loser. Not anymore. Never again. So I hope you listened carefully because I won’t say it again.
Oh, and by the way, it’s your turn.