'Kill her! Kill the fucking bitch! Mark is ours! Ours! There is no space for anyone else in his life! We should kill her and hide her body in the oven!
Burn her body and bury the remains! Kill her!'
Arit's eyes changed into yellow slits for a moment as the sheer intensity of emotions almost made her lose her mind on the spot, but Arit immediately closed her eyes as she felt the change and tried to calm down! She stumbled to the side and put her hand on her forehead as she squeezed her face from the intense exertion!
The voice in her head was relentless as it tried to make Arit kill Talia for what she said, but Arit tried her hardest to quiet the voice down and make it shut up!
Eventually, Arit opened her eyes and they were back to their normal black. Talia was staring at Arit in worry, but Arit just waved her worry away with a smile. She sighed as she slowly turned the pancakes over in the pan and allowed the sunny brown side to face up.
"That isn't love, Talia. You're just grateful to Mark. I felt the same way when he saved me from the men two years ago. It takes much longer for someone to fall in love, and you have to know them better as well. You'll find someone for you, I'm sure of it."
Just not Mark. Mark is mine.
Arit said all of this with a smile, but she left the last part out as she brought the pancakes out from the pan and laid them on plates. She knew that Talia was just a child, so Talia would not even understand the meaning of the word love. Talia was just curious, and Arit was more than happy to answer her questions.
Arit was not going to kill Talia just because Talia said she could be in love with Mark. That was stupid.
Talia seemed to be thinking about it seriously while swinging her legs back and forth, and she finally shrugged, jumped down from the cabinet, and ran into the living room. Arit watched her go far before she finally sighed in exertion as Talia left and bent down while leaning her back on the wall! That took a lot more energy than usual!
It was becoming harder to stop the voice in her head from taking over her thoughts, and Arit didn't understand what was happening to her body! Arit raised her hand up and touched the bottom of her eyes as she wondered what happened to her just now.
When the voice shouted very loud, Arit would feel her eyes change into something else. It was almost like a bloodthirsty part of her tried to come out, and Arit was only able to push it back by sheer will. What the hell was happening to her?
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A knock on the door snapped Arit out of her thoughts as she turned off the burner and walked out of the kitchen while cleaning her hand using a rag. Arit was wearing a pair of faded jeans and one of Mark's T-shirts with an apron over all of it.
Her hair was tied in a messy bun behind her head, and she didn't bother loosening it as she walked over to the door and looked through the viewing hole to see who was there.
The person on the other side of the door was wearing the delivery outfit of the City C post office department. Blue shirt and black trousers with the image of a white bird on the left breast pocket. He had a cap on his head of black hair, but he was looking at the peeping hole with an exasperated look as he raised his hand to knock for a second time.
In his hands, there was a brown box with a paper sitting on top of it.
Arit opened the door before the man could knock again, and the man blinked in shock once he saw Arit's face. Arit noticed that his eyes flickered towards her scar immediately, but that didn't disturb her at all. The man's eyes immediately scanned over her entire body as if he were trying to devour her figure with his eyes, and Arit narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance.
This was what always happened to her, and she was already fed up with it.
The first thing people noticed about her was always her scar. It was like a beacon that drew people's eyes towards her. But immediately after glancing at her scar, they would then look at her body, and they would no longer mind the scar.
It was almost like they were saying 'The scar is bad, but with a body like that it doesn't really matter.' It disgusted Arit, and she hated meeting new people because of this exact situation that always occurred.
"What do you want?"
Once Arit spoke, the mailman's eyes immediately snapped back up to her face, and he swallowed slightly before he took a step towards her and tried to look composed once more.
"Yes, sorry, I'm looking for one Miss Arit Clayborn. Is that you?"
"Yes, what is it?"
The mailman brought the box in his hand forward and told Arit that she should sign on the paper on top, and Arit raised a brow and asked him who the package was from.
"Mr. Howard Clayborn sent it, I think. It's been lying in our warehouse for three days now, and we've been unable to deliver it due to the Anima attack that happened recently. We are terribly sorry for the delay."
The mailman looked down at the package with some difficulty and read what was written on the forwarding note, and Arit's eyes widened in surprise as she heard her father's name. Arit hasn't spoken to her father in a few days now, and she was glad that her father was alright. She wondered what her father would think if he knew what happened to her the past few days.
Arit's father always sent random things to her and Mark for them to use in the house, and Arit was not surprised that he sent this. She simply signed the document on top and collected the box from him.
"Ugh!"
Arit almost fell over as the extremely heavy box threatened to throw her to the ground! What in the world is in here? It was extremely heavy, and it almost felt like she was carrying a box filled with cement blocks!
Arit quickly turned around and dropped it on the ground inside the apartment before it fell, and she missed the look of suspicion on the mailman's face as he watched her struggle with the box. By the time Arit turned back around, the mailman was already smiling again, and he gave her a nod while holding the tip of his cap.