Possessed by Kira Saito

was
intentionally cause him pain.
    Seven stabs of the knife,
seven stabs of the dagger,
    Lend me the basin so I can
vomit my blood,
    Seven stabs of the knife,
seven stabs of the dagger,
    Lend me the basin so I can
vomit my blood,
    My blood is pouring
down.
    “ Erzulie, please help,
surely that’s enough already?” I asked, as I opened one eye, still
unable to look at Lucus’ face.
    “ More,” she
whispered.
    “ No, please.”
    “ Yes, more.”
    “ It’s okay Arelia,” said
Lucus, as he held out his dripping palm. “It’s okay,” he said
again, soothingly.
    It was at that second that I realized
that maybe Lucus was so cool about letting me stab him because he
felt like he did deserve it.
    Oh yeah, he knows he deserves it. I
told you so, queen. Why can’t you admit it already? This is gonna
be fun. I love the way his lips twitch every time you lay it on
him. What goes around comes around.
    I glared at Ivan and mentally begged
him to stop already. Although tears were already forming in the
corners of my eyes, I refused to let them escape.
    Lucus was always so strong and composed
for my sake, now it was my turn. I looked him straight in the eye
and with whatever courage I had left said, “You don’t deserve
this.”
    He smiled slightly. His dark eyes
peered at me with a hint of misery as he whispered, “Go head. It’s
okay.”
    Under the ghostly moonlight, he was
undeniably beautiful, tragic, and stoic. I wanted to cover him in
fervent kisses. Instead, I stabbed him seven more times. Once again
I turned my head away. His warm blood dripped onto my big toe in a
slow, steady stream, but not a peep of protest came from his
lips.
    “ Is that enough?” I
whispered. “Erzulie, please say that is enough.” I begged
her.
    “ More,” she
whispered.
    Who was I to argue with her? If she
needed more, then I had to give her more. “I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“I’m so sorry.” Those were the only words that escaped my mouth as
I continued to stab Lucus.
    Afterwards, I eyed her intently,
pleadingly. She gave me a small nod and pointed to a patch of earth
near the cemetery gate.
    “ Thank you!” I said, as I
ran over to the spot.
    Like a frantic maniac, I used both my
hands and stared to dig. The earth was cool and fresh against my
wounds. Somehow, it managed to ease the pain of the stabs. Lucus
joined me, and to my surprise and utter shock, so did Ivan. The
three of us were quiet and determined as we furiously unearthed the
dank and musty ground. Without hesitation, we dug for what seemed
like forever. Papa Ghede had said almost six feet. I had a sinking
feeling that the longer we waited to dig up Sabrina, the further
she would sink. Maybe when she hit six feet, she would
die.
    Lucky for us, Sabrina wasn’t anywhere
near six feet under. After about twenty minutes or so, I felt the
steady, rhythmic beating of a heart beneath my hand and knew that
it was Sabrina.
    We found her- still, silent, eyes
closed, and dressed in a pale pink Badgley Mischka gown. Her blonde
hair and fair skin were caked in wet mud and her slightly pointy
chin was protruding more than usual. “Sabrina?” I shook her.
“Sabrina, please wake up. I’m sorry. Please be okay.” I held her
and attempted to wipe away the mud that clung to her face and
hair.
    Lucus and Ivan were motionless as they
watched me hold Sabrina.
    I held her and whispered her name over
and over again. Finally, her blue eyes opened and she pulled away
from me. For a second, she just stared at me lethargically. Then,
her lips trembled and her face contorted. She breathed in and out,
in and out, as if she were about to explode like a ticking time
bomb.
    “ Sabrina?” I lightly shook
her.
    She turned away from me and looked
ahead. “ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” Her scream was deafening and
heartbreaking. It pierced the night air like an absurdly sharp
dagger.
    “ Shh, shh, it’s okay.” I put
my arms around her, but she pushed me away again and continued to
scream