☆⨟ DUST

All was silent through the house, except for the soft clattering of fingertips gliding across the abused keyboard. The screen glared at a single male directly in the face, illuminating over his features, as if baring him of all his flaws. Why he was up, only few knew the reason. Soft, dark locks flowed over the pale complexion that was his skin. The messy, chestnut strands layering over his sleepless eyes. Pastel blue orbs abruptly closed in reaction, only to reopen once more. Boredom engulfed him. There wasn't much to do at the moment, though there never was much to do. Life seemed to be going down the same old slope ever since she left him. Joshua sat there, tapping away at the keys, wishing for what would never be, and hoping for what would never become. Reality was too cruel, but the beating of his heart was worse. 

She was a temptress, Joshua knew this all too well. A siren that just kept luring him in, even if it was to his own death. Yet, he still couldn't seem to break the fragile strings that she held over him. He dangled like a puppet; waiting for his master to twist her mischievous fingers into what funny little dance he would perform next. No matter how embarrassing, Joshua was  good little puppet and fulfilled everything her devious heart desired. They say love is blind, but it wasn't until his eyes were gouged out by the very one he trusted did he believe those words. His companions had spoken to him before about the dire situation. "Don't let yourself go," they said. "Are you sure that she's not interested in someone else?" they continued. "Let her go!" they stated. Did he listen? Of course not. 

Kelly was her name; the most beautiful figure he had ever laid his eyes on. When she walked, his breath caught in his throat, his world seemed to stop. Her long luscious hair was like silk against his cold fingertips. A mere brush with her supple skin would send him in a spiral of heat. He could still remember her pink, plump lips curling around his earlobe to whisper words of love into his blushing ear. 

Kelly wasn't exactly what one would describe as a friendly soul. Anyone could tell by the glare she gave many students that she saw herself superior. She was someone who could not be tied down by any man, woman, or beast. Kelly's spirit roamed freely around the school with multiple minions at her command. Time and time again she would lure another pathetic soul with her wicked smile and her fake promises of relationships to come. Her acting would send anyone spiraling into a twist of tears or a crack of smiles. It all depended on what her bipolar mind was cooking up at that moment. She snagged men with the hook of her finger, letting it drag across their sensitive necks, towards their chest until it circled around their naive heart. At first it was a delicious feeling, like a cool spring breeze on a humid summer's night. However, as unpredictable as Mother Nature, she turned even the most beautiful day into a shower of tears. With the same death grip she had on her prey she pried herself inside the walls of their hearts, breaking each part, bit by bit. Kelly enjoyed the sight of her victims squirming and begging. She liked it when they pleaded to satisfy her with armfuls of gifts and attention. 

She couldn't stand not being the center of attention. She was a vicious woman with looks to kill and an attitude to control. Of course, someone of her nature had an envious beast that thrashed inside the very depth of her soul. The jealousy would erupt inside her like an unexpected volcano and she would wear and tear the source of her agony as soon as she saw them. She would give the cold shoulder; roll her eyes; suck her teeth, everything in her power to cause as much traumatizing, psychological damage possible. She would keep this act up until she received a suitable apology. Kelly made it perfectly clear that they would have to work their way to her. She was not the type to run after them; rather she made them run after her. She knew all too well that the ones she caught in her booby traps were doomed to imprisonment. Kelly held the key to the electric, barbwire collar that her various pets wore. They belonged to her and only her. That was how it always was with the queen of vixens, and yet no one ever dared to question such a vicious cycle. Those unfortunate enough to be ensnared by her tricks were sentenced to a depression so deadly it would cause their world to shatter into dust. 

TBC..