Begin Trois

She was once a woman, a girl in disguise.
She was once behind a mask of beauty with no brains.

She was once in love with him, not caring about her.

She wanted him more than she wanted herself.

She used to worship him, kneel for him and bow at his feet.

She called her false friends to inform them of the news. She was getting married.

But what she didn't know was the future's plans for her, ready to tear her mask bit by bit, revealing her true self.

What she didn't know was the foe that turned out to be her constantly absent husband.

What she didn't know was that four years with him and suddenly sirens are screaming against her pale skin as she hangs her husband from a ceiling fan.

She was a murderer. She was a monster. She was a beauty. She was a beast.

He was her true love but she wasn't his.

She was only a piece of fabric to him, usable for a certain period of time until wrinkles started showing and marks started glowing.

She was maddened. She was angry. She was used.

She was at the beginning of her end.

And now, as darkness drops its rusty mask, she's entered her aftermath. Her awaited, almighty aftermath.