BLOODY POSSESSION

I was calmly wiping off my makeup when she called me… sobbing.

Lily: “What are you doing? Where even are you?!”

Me: “I was playing with my cat… wait. Are you crying?”

Lily: “We broke up!” She cries harder.

Me: “Aw… I’m so sorry.”

Lily: “And guess what? I just turned on the TV—he’s dead! A murder, no trace. Isn’t that shocking? Why would someone kill him?!”

Me: “Yeah… surprising.”

When she reluctantly hangs up, still sobbing, silence settles in the room.

I giggle into the emptiness, eyes drifting to the kitchen sink—

the knife there, dark and patient,

stubbornly refusing to be washed clean.

I smile at my reflection.

Dark eyes, glazed.

Lipstick smeared.

Blood sliding slowly down my chin.

I look at his blood pooling on the floor and whisper in a silky, velvet voice,

“How does it feel, being part of the graveyard now? You should’ve noticed the warning signs… but you chose to test my resolve.”

I tilt my face, deadly, cooing to the blood like a small child.

“Seems you had to pay your whole life for being a bad cat owner—

for betraying your own cat for another.”

I chuckle louder this time, the sound echoing, before silence falls again.

Crazy. Insane but-

Satisfied.

For ruining someone who chose to break what was mine.

I smile wickedly and finally turn towards you.

“R.I.P… I never said it was a real cat.”