My mouth twitches at her outstretched hand, head swimming with conflicting thoughts and emotions. My heart, fluttering with panic, forces me to look up at her. I look past her haunted eyes, trace the curvatures of her face with a familiarity that finally reins me back to the moment we made the pact.
Her voice finally catches up to the memory and I jolt, nearly toppling over as I do. For years after graduation, I convinced myself that her theatrical bouts of declaring herself queen, of telling everyone she was going to take over the world, of claiming that one day, she was going to make everyone pay, was just an act. A facade of confidence to hide behind when she felt vulnerable, with the consistent teasing, mocking and down right harassment.
Nearly everyday after graduation, I thought of her and wished with all my might that maybe she wasn’t just playing around. Maybe I would be by her side when the world grew cold. After years of hiding my secret desire to watch the world burn would meet her soul and kindle the beginning of our reign.
And just when I thought the dream had died, here she was—my kindred soul—a wicked smile plastered across her face, as she watched me recognize her with each passing moment. Our desires, our goals, our hearts one and the same.
In my story I am exploring the theme of taking revenge on people that have wronged you and if it is ok or should you let it. The literary devices that I used were simile, metaphor and imagery. My inspiration was a writing prompt I saw on a website.