Why would I want to do something as asinine as that? He knows me better than that.
I don’t reply. He tries his luck again, and I scowl at the door. “Come on, man. I think it would be good for you. You can’t stay in there and sulk all night.”
Oh, but I can. It’s what I’ve been doing for the last twenty years of my life, and only one face frequents my mind.
Daphne’s.
But lately Dove’s has taken its place, and I’m starting to forget what my father’s old bitch looked like. She was beautiful. So much so that even she knew it, and she used her beauty to her advantage.
Dove is far more beautiful than that omega could ever be, yet she has no freaking idea. How the hell does she have no idea? It makes my heart twist in my empty chest cavity, and I’ll tear it out if it doesn’t stop.
Another knock. “Bast?”
I grind my teeth. “I thought I made myself clear when I didn’t reply the first time.”
Isaac falls silent, and it’s not hard to picture his sad green eyes. He always has that puppy dog look about him, but he’s a fool if he thinks it will work on me.
I’m too cold and stubborn for that.
“Well, that’s a shame. Dove was really looking forward to you joining us. She said and I quote: “I sure hope Sebastian will join us…”
I glare at the door again when he puts on a stupid, feminine voice. What the fuck is wrong with him? He sounds nothing like her. Idiot.
“Well, what d’ya say? I made popcorn…”
I hate popcorn, but his insistent begging is driving me to the brink of sanity, and the last thing I want to be is sane.
Normal is boring.
Very well. I will watch a stupid movie.
I get up off the bed, slipping my knife into its sheath. Then I approach the door, meeting his stupid grin on the other side. It touches his eyes, creating folds at the corners, and I have no idea how people can smile like that.
I don’t even remember how to smile.
“I knew you’d come around, buddy.”
He tosses an arm around my shoulder, and I push it off, storming up the hall. “I get to pick the movie.”
Isaac holds his hands up. “Fine by me, but Dove already has her heart set on one, and you don’t want to disappoint her, do you?”
I stop and think about that. I actually don’t. I don’t actually like any kinds of movies or music. I’m too much of an empty shell to have hobbies and interests, but my go-to choice would have to be silent movies.
There’s just something about watching actors talking without having to actually hear them talk. I can almost handle the upbeat piano melodies, so long as I don’t have to listen to a human voice.
You would think I liked horror and slasher movies, but it’s all kid’s stuff. Not even scary.How about Jason and Michael Myers meet me in a dark alleyway?
I don’t care what Dove makes us watch, so long as there is no singing.
***
Lo and behold, there was singing.
We watched The Wizard of Oz in the end, and I think I died and went to hell. This would be my hell loop over and over, and Lucifer would be laughing the whole time.
I guess the transition from black and white to color is pretty impressive, but the moment those munchkins started singing, I wanted to stab the TV with my knife.
However, one song did resonate with me: “Ding Dong! The Witch Is Dead.”