she's the kind of girl everyone falls in love with the moment they lay eyes on her. she's strikingly beautiful. her red, brown, and white hair contradicts her ice blue eyes. one look into those eyes and people melt. her age doesn't show in her face, or in her physique. she looks young, and moves effortlessly. she soaks up the attention and the endless compliments thrown her way.
she deceives them.
but not me.
i know when she paces back and forth that something's on her mind. i know when her eyes dart around that she's feeling uncertain. i know when she stiffens that something has caused her to be defensive. i know she doesn't like when she isn't the center of attention. i know she doesn't like when there's someone younger around.
i know.
i remain alert at all times, because you never know when she might snap.
i've seen her snap. she unleashes a violent rage at a moment's notice. she has broken jaws, sliced through skin, bitten faces, arms, and legs. she has murdered. she has no problem taking another life and shows no remorse or guilt for her actions.
she has never been caught or sentenced. instead she continues to live life as if nothing ever happened. maybe she doesn't remember snapping. maybe the violent fits of rage are moments when she blacks out. she lazes about and continues to deceive person after person.
she is a monster masterfully hiding her rage behind a mask of beauty. they'll never truly know her until it's too late.
