Wickedly Evil

The woman was disgusting.

Her lips were dried and deformed, the shape and colour was abnormal, it was not right. It almost matched with her dull hollow eyes, her orbs were revolting like its colour. Green fucking vomit.

The skin she wore so proudly was grey and ruined. Scabs and burns sprayed all over her body, most of them were from her bullies in her childhood and some of them were accidental. Her skin was ruined like her odd-coloured oily hair, she used to cherish her once-lovely tresses but she gave up, turning it into a lifeless mess.

Her body was a disgrace, she was tall and awkward, and all she saw in her body was fat and her huge rolls. She was ashamed of it.

"You should lose weight, it's disgusting to look at."

Her parents never failed to add their snide remarks every time she took a bite of her dinner. (Barely even took a bite of her chicken.)

"Seriously, it's not good for a girl in your age. When you grow up, you won't be happy, you know that? Tsk, you need to focus on losing weight not spending your entire day watching anime and reading mangas."

"Listen to your mother, dear. She is right and you are addicted to your computer, it's not good."

"Look at your friends, they're all so thin, you know why? Because they exercised and eat healthy food! That pretty girl, Karin, she looks beautiful and thin. Learn from her!"

Her parents loved to compare her with other people. (But Karin was ill, she was thin because she was sick. She didn't feel well and she felt she was going to die but people kept telling her that she looked good because she lost a ton of weight. They were envious of her, saying, "I wish I have your thin thighs" and "I wish my stomach was like yours". Karin wanted to smack their faces but she was too weak to.)

She bit her dried lips as she nodded, obediently.

Her personality was ugly too, she had a dangerous temper, and it was like a volcano and it was ready to erupt if reckoned with. She was envious of people who were happy, glaring and sneering at them, especially at the gorgeous ones, female or male, she didn't discriminate. Her envy was horrid, she was envious of them because they were happy and she wasn't.

She didn't mean to, she knew that envy was ugly, she wanted to be a good person but when gossip and rumours roamed around her, she can't help it, if she showed a pitiful expression then they overrule her, she won't let them as she relied her disgusting side to protect her from them and she was damn good at it too. It was her trusty shield.

"Hey, Naruto and I are going to karaoke with some people. Wanna come?" He forcedly invited her. He didn't like her, she was a mean bitch and she insulted everybody who came to interact with her. He even heard that she bullied students just for amusement, it was sick.

He was wary of her and he didn't trust her for shit even if Naruto tried to persuade him to befriend her.

She observed his face and scrunched up her nose. His palms were sweaty as he held his nervous smile. Her judging stare made his insides queasy, her cold stare bored into his face. Her piercing eyes made him flinched as if he was facing an angry caged animal, it was ready to ensnare him. That animal was ready to take him alive, ripping his soul into tiny pieces, so he can't glue it back.

She clicked her tongue in distaste.

"Tch." She spat venomously as she snapped her book shut. Her day was now ruined. Her orbs glared at the poor victim as she sneered at his face. She went out of the classroom, ignoring the person who invited her. Her actions clearly declined his invitation.

He grimaced at the sound of her slamming the door.

The person was left behind as he clenched his teeth and formed an offended scowl. He sent fiery daggers at the desk that belonged to her. She fueled his anger, she insulted him without saying a damn word, her eyes secretly tell all, he was done with her shitty attitude and he was prepared to smack her face right now but Naruto won't stand for it though, since that she and Naruto were once-childhood friends.

"Geez, what a bitch. Why would Naruto be friends with her, anyways?" He shook his head in disbelief and disapproval as he went out.

He felt insulted, the way she stared at him made him feel tense and uneasy. He wasn't used to these feelings, he was the happy-go-lucky guy like Naruto, everybody loved that guy because they were fun, silly and they were easy going, apparently, not everyone.

Only her.

Hell, even the Uchihas tolerate people like him and Naruto.

Naruto was that bitch's only friend, it was one-sided though. The blonde was kind and happy, Naruto befriended an awful person who refused to acknowledge his existence, he was dirt and she stepped on him like he was nothing to her and yet, he still gave her his bright smiles.

Naruto was a saint compare to him.

From a distance she looked like a witch from a fairytale, a villain even act like one but she doesn't care anymore.

Why would she go and try to impress her love? She knew he wouldn't return her love. She was tired of putting on make-up and taking care of her hair.

He called her 'annoying' and 'clingy'. She knew he was right. She viewed him as a source of love, making her to cling onto him because he made her feel warm and happy. Those feelings were nice, it soothed her. It was one-sided but she, herself knew it wasn't even romantic love and certainly not friendship, the feelings she held for him was more like an energy booster.

Why would she try to look good? It was hopeless for her. It was tiring applying cosmetics every morning at six. She didn't see the point of it.

If she was the villain and so be it. She was going to be the Wicked Witch, her role was set and the curtains were opening.

Without a villain, the plot was nothing. Every story needed an evil villain or else, the story was just going to be about of a bunch of boring goody-two shoes with their overused clichés. The bad guys always bring out the worst and good out of them, the heroes.

Words were powerful.

And they were the strongest assets she had.

Her dull eyes were sharp. The witch wasn't oblivious of her words affecting her unlucky targets, she knew they stung and if she added a bit more then her words were from bee stingers into deceitful toxics. Almost like adding salt to the wounds.

She was fully aware of her words, expressions and dirty looks. She was familiar with the school's hierarchy, their whispers and their classified information. She can exploit everything but that action might ruin the hierarchy, she could careless. The villainess was acquainted with her surroundings. She was advantageous.

Her wickedness was her indestructible shield and it was forever attached to her. Students with low or high statuses avoid her, the queen bees favoured her, and the delinquents played fire with her and teachers were disappointed in her.

But, even how malicious she was or how sharp she was, the witch's wickedness attracted a substantial amount of souls who were interested of her persona. Surprisingly, she was unaware of it, she certainly didn't even tried to capture their attentions, and she was merely playing her role.

She attracted many varieties of people, some with low statuses, some with high statuses, some worship her, some loathe her, some agree and some disagree. That wasn't even the quarter of it.

The villainess only attracted their attentions, right?

Right?

Queen Sapphire: I know I need to work on my other stories but I don't have any motivation to do it. (I'll try to.)