[§ because cecile ]
The clash of metal against floor echos through an empty room; knife slipped from her fingers.
The sting of metals piercing skin- only to be consumed into a burning sensation as the knife buried itself a little deeper into her chest. Little by little, it all sank into the bone and through it to the point that it stopped at the beginning of the hilt- or the handle. Emmett of all people... Cecile knew he had his breaking point and she certainly crossed it, and what made it worse- she went to far with insults and even a fist thrown and her own blade raised as she threatened to kill him right there and then. He wasn't dumb- she knew this... he was just-- patient. And she was foolish and daunting. And now she was the one with a blade impaled in her chest like the sword in the stone.
And what did she do? Just stare at him, dumbfounded baffled by not only the pain but the fact that he actually did it- he's got blood on his hands now and it's not his own but her's. Red petals fell from her lips, matching the color of her lipstick as a thread of red dripped from her mouth while her coral blouse stained a sickly sweet rouge. Cecile just cringes and to add to the pain she spits in his face, giving his features a red tint before she sinks to the ground with knife in chest. With a thud she stays on the ground, choking on her plot of revenge- she'll come back... set him on fire, drown him- no.. do what he's done to her. But stab him in the back... When he's not expecting, yes... perfect. With cough and gasp for air, she whispers his name...brother just to remind him that not only has he killed her- but himself.
