I still don't understand why I was afraid of a knife held by a vermin who doesn't even know how to use a spoon. What kept me from helping this girl who had opened the door of her wounded little heart to me? Why didn't I act that night?

I may become a devil after my birthday night, but this particular friend remains a part of me, and I can admit that for a moment, she calmed the hatred imprisoned within me. Now that she's on the ground, between life and dead, nothing can stop my monster of revenge from attacking Jassmine and her Taylor.
I didn't have the courage to see Kyou anymore.

The other orphans formed a circle to see her, whispers echoed in the cafeteria, and the orphanage volunteers intervened.
Jassmine had woken my gloomy side up after a year's off .

This Jassmine... her curse is miserable.
Fate had been unleashed upon the selfish princess, and revenge had triumphed over evil.

The closer I got to the dormitory, the wider my smile became. Especially my left hand was trembling with eagerness . The delicious adrenaline fed my desire for intense sensations.
As I opened the door with a fluid, abrupt gesture, Jassmine moved her body away from Taylor's.
"Did you enjoy my gift the silent emo?" Taylor exclaimed with a grin on his rather charming face.
"Oddly enough, Taylor, I don't hate you, but your doggy owner is getting on my nerves."

Jassmine raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrow, then turned towards me."My beauty bothers you. It's normal to be jealous of a girl like me. Take a serious look at me, you fat cunt, this face is divine, don't you think? Admit it, you're desperate for love too, you want to be loved like your superiors".

This girl is able to reveal her weaknesses very easily. Her princess face and the blind boy are her greatest pride.
She wants to be the only one of us to be loved. Seeing me with Kyou, she wanted to destroy our relationship. She didn't want us to be happy. She wants joy all to herself.
Her unhealthy status surely stems from the fact that she's spoiled by life.

"If a single word comes out of your adoring mouth, you and kyou risk the death penalty," says Jassmine, pulling her knife out of her expensive pyjamas.

I grabbed the blade of the knife and squeezed it hard against my left hand, the one that had stabbed my mother last year.
I squeezed the blade even harder until Bright Red ran across the dormitory floor. Jassmine dropped the knife. Taylor put his vain hand over his wide, open mouth.

I seize the bloody knife floating in the lake of blood. A feeling of déjà vu crossed my arm. I laughed out loud.
Jassmine stepped back a little.
The knife caused a gash all the way down the American princess's face.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm plesead to announce that Mademoiselle had lost half part of her joy.