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It was the dead of night. The time for all the students to be asleep in The School for Good and Evil
All of them were asleep
All except for one
Hester
Unlike her fellow roommates; her fellow classmates; Hester didn't sleep
She didn't slept for the last 5 weeks
All because of one thing
One person
Sophie
Ever since she first met Sophie. Ever since Sophie has been her roommate and continues to be. Ever since Sophie scored more than her in all of the tests, all of them BY ACCIDENT
Playing by the same rules as the witch
It made Hester angry
It kept Hester awake through the entirety of many nights
She could hear it
The river of sludge that ran on the Never side of the school
The patrols of wolves and fairies
The crickets that chirped
The breathing of the other witches
Sophie's breathing
Her own breathing
Her own heartbeat
Her damn loud heartbeat
Why did it beat so loud? Especially when she was around Sophie? Especially when she saw Sophie's face? Especially when she watched Sophie sleep?
Was it because of the rush...for the kill?
If so...then why couldn't she do it?
It was so easy. All Hester needed to do was use the damn dagger that she held so tightly in her hands every night. Go to Sophie's sleeping body and stab her
Again
And again
And again
Multiple times until the princess's sheets were drenched in her own blood
And yet, Hester couldn't bring herself to do it
Even when she towered over Sophie sleeping, the witch simply froze
And watched the princess through the whole night
Before excusing herself to the bathroom to masturbate
Why?
*slick
Why?!
*slick
WHY?!?!
Hester banged on the bathroom stall's wall with the side of her fist, without taking the other hand from her clit
Hate. Lust
All of that, because of one girl
One girl that Hester wanted to kill so badly
One girl that Hester couldn't kill
But why?
Why was the witch holding herself so much?
She never had this problem before. If she wanted someone gone, she was quick to get it
But why is this time so different?
Why did she feel so weak in her legs? Why did she feel a twist in her stomach? Why did she feel like her hands got sweaty and dry at the same time?
...Could it be?
NO!!
IT COULDN'T BE!!
HESTER REFUSED TO BELIEVE IT!!
THAT SHE
She...
...Fell in love with Sophie
It was preposterous! Impossible! Pure blasphemy!
A witch like her, falling in love
Talk about a load of bullshit
Her heart was cold, hard, and petrified
She always felt dead inside
And that's how it should be
So why couldn't she decide?
Whether Sophie should live or die?
Even if Hester were to throw acid on Sophie's face, and watch the pretty girl's face melt off
Even if Hester were to chop Sophie into tiny pieces with a rusty axe
Even if Hester were to throw a spear through Sophie's chest, to jab the pretty girl's bleeding heart out
Hester was sure Sophie would go to heaven
Because Sophie was an angel
Sophie looked like an angel
NO!
...
With one sharp breath, Hester came
Panting, she slowly raised her left hand, seeing her own juices stuck to her fingers
All of that, because of a dumb blond girl
Disgusting
...Hester wished these were Sophie's fluids
Getting out of the cubicle and washing her hands, Hester returned to her dorm room, sleeping through the little amount of time she had to rest
After the first classes (where Hester could have forged an "accident", setting Sophie ablaze), the Nevers were now by their lunch tables
Hester was too focused to eat
Hester was too focused to hear
All Hester was doing was keeping a fixated eye on Sophie, like she had the worst case of tunnel vision ever known to man
-"Hester, did you hear what I just said?"-Anadil asked
-"What?"-Hester responded
-"Dot asked if you're going to eat your food"
Hester didn't respond. She just slid her bowl of green stew to the round witch
Hester didn't have time to eat
Sophie was sitting under a tree, laughing
Agatha was there too, by her side, smiling
Hester knew that after she would pick up a rock to maul Sophie's face into an unrecognizable shape, Agatha would be next
Scratch that
Agatha would be the first one to die
Hester would cut the goth girl's face off and place it by Sophie's pillow
And when the princess would get distracted, horrified by the gory scene
Hester would sneak from behind and choke her
Shushing Sophie as her life would slowly slip away from her eyes
Away from her pretty green eyes
The same green eyes that made Hester feel lost whenever the witch would stare at them
The same green eyes that Hester wished to look deeply into as she kisses the pretty girl
The same green eyes that Hester wished to look deeply into as she would finger the pretty girl
As she would fuck and kiss Sophie at the same time
Hester gripped the spoon with force, getting really angry
She slammed the end of the spoon on the table, getting the silverware stuck on the furniture
All of the Never's eyes were on her
-"Hester?"-Anadil tried to ask, but Hester had already gotten up and walked away
Hester was masturbating again
Letting out pathetic cries as she continued to finger herself
But not in the bathroom
But in her room
On Sophie's bed
Locking the door
And closing the blinds
Hester went on a high ride
As the smell of Sophie surrounded her
Intoxicating her nostrils
Hester squealed, releasing her juices
Most of them were in her hand
But a few drops got on Sophie's bed
But they were mostly unnoticeable
Just like everything
It was the dead of night
Hester was watching Sophie sleep again
Hester was plotting to kill Sophie again
Throw Sophie into the lake of sludge, and watch the pretty girl drown?
Feed Sophie a poisoned cake, and watch the pretty girl die from the inside?
No...no...
These methods would damage Sophie's beauty, and Hester didn't want that
Maybe she could bury the pretty girl alive?
But Sophie might crawl out with a knife
And kill Hester while she sleeps
So many options
So many time
...But Hester simply can't do it
Hester can't decide
Whether Sophie should live or die
As she continued to stand close to Sophie, with a dagger in her hands
Hester's right eye was filled with a dark hatred that wished to kill Sophie in the most gruesome way possible
Hester's left eye was filled with a shock-pink love that wished to kiss Sophie in the most loveful way possible
Together
They only saw obsession