Cursed Love

Chapter 1:

I was slowly losing it...

I didn't want them to find the body. I didn't want to be found and killed by the police. I bet you wonder what I'm saying. Well.

My first ever lover, Daniel Albatross, I loved him. He was my best friend. We spent our days together in the meadows of dandelions. Sounds like a dream huh? Behind every fairytale is a sickly twist. He cheated. After several years together he cheated.

I found out years after his first affair. I couldn't believe it. My first true love. Cheated. I was furious and out of anger did an unspeakable deed.

I murdered Daniel.

I realised what I had done only after I did it. My hands stained red. A stain that could never wash away. His body lay in our bedroom, swimming in a pool of his own blood. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. Did I really just do that?

I knew I couldn't keep his body in my room, I heaved him into my car and drove to my nearby lake and when no one was looking I threw the evidence into the depths of the inky lake and ran. Ran, ran and ran. Miles, miles and miles. Guilt, guilt, guilt.

Police were searching for Daniel. His parents increasingly concerned for their boy. His parents never liked me anyway. But I knew they thought I had something to do with his sudden disappearance. They made the police investigate me.

The police quickly cleared their suspicion of me when no evidence was found. I cried and cried, making it seem like I really cared for that cheater. They believed me. They actually believed me.

It was a full moon. A silent night. I sat by my window. Staring at the lake in the distance. I stared for hours. Seeing the water bob up and down. Seeing the shadow of his body. A tear rolled down my cheek. He deserved this I reminded myself. He deserved this.

I can't remember much from that night. But I remember a tall figure appearing from behind my door. I lived alone. My heart raced. You're imagining it all. My jaw chattering. You're imagining it all. My palms sweating. You're imagining it all.

I remember hearing a scream from the distance before they grabbed me. I woke up here.
In this dark, decaying room. No lights, no decoration, no furniture. Nothing. Just an empty room with a nasty smell. Damp walls that seemed to cave in if you stared at them for too long. My body aching.

Since that day I've been stuck here. No one has discovered me yet. I'm trapped. They can't hear my screams. I've never seen anyone come in here.

But I knew I was hidden somewhere where people occasionally came. But never noticed this room. I heard their voices, whisperers and shouts.
Parents shouting at their kids. Teenagers laughing. Elderly's croaked voices. I could hear everything. And at night I could hear the voice. The voice that screamed when they took me. Every night.