Deadly desires (Patrick Hocstetter)

Pain in the present

I can't escape him.

When I wake up, Patrick is there, when I do things during the day the thought of Patrick is in my head.
What will he do when I get home, will he be mad I was gone for so long?

When I go to take a shower, Patrick follows, when I eat, I rush to get back to my room, back to Patrick so he won't be mad I was gone for so long.

When I go to sleep, Patrick is there holding on to me.

He is inescapable in every way; he confounds me and seeps into my brain like a sponge absorbing water.

He is everywhere yet no where at all, all around me I can hear him, see him, feel him. Yet I find myself needing him.

Why?

I don't know, he has condemned me to a hell I never thought possible, a hell where I'd miss him, I'd crave him, I'd Need him for everything every single minute of the day.

When he had spoken to me two months ago, when he had told me.

" you are mine"

He had Meant it in a way I could have never imagined.
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One month ago, July/2/2021

I was sitting on my bed, headphones in as I listened to music, Patrick sitting next to me boring holes into the side of my head.

I felt my headphones sliding off my head, and I turned to face Patrick.

"(Y/n) I want you to kiss me" his eyes locked onto mine in a hungry manor.

I looked at him, sure yes I had kissed Patrick before but it wasn't by choice and I sure as hell didn't start it, granted I didn't end it either.

"Why?" I whispered out to him.

He grabbed me and yanked me closer cold breath on my face, "do what I told you to do, darling".

I nodded and leant in, placing my lips onto his lightly.

He pulled me closer, and licked my bottom lip. I slightly parted my mouth as his tongue dove in and felt around.

I started to feel lighter headed and not from the lack of air.
I felt fuzzy and icy hot.

He pulled back and looked to be in pure ecstasy, pale face warmed with a slight rush of blood, his eyes held life and he happiness.

He looked pretty when he smiled because he was happy.

My fuzzy High wore down, and the new color drained from his face.

He stared at me, eyes cold and dead once more.

"You taste so sweet, (Y/n), you taste so pure".

I looked at him confused my hands still placed in his.

"Your soul, it's light and airy, you taste like happiness and cotton candy, it's addicting"

My soul? Why was he talking about my soul, he was a strange boy a ghost after all but what did MY soul have to do with any of that.

"Wha-" my words cut off by his laughter.

"I sure as hell don't kiss you because I like you, (Y/n), I kiss you because I can taste your soul, I can take a tiny piece for myself and feel alive for a few short minutes" his eyes darkend when I pulled my hands back from him.

He quickly grabbed them back, "I can feel your soul too, I can feel your terror when I touch you, I can feel your feelings"

"Feel my feelings? Why do you want to do that, you have your own".

He pulled me closer, face to face  with only an inch in between.

"I can't feel feelings, the dead don't feel anything" he pulled back a cocky look on his face "jealousy maybe, lust perhaps" he looked me up and down and smirked "but mostly we just feel hollow, unless we can touch a living being, a pure living being, one that's un tainted".

He stood up walking around the bed to stand directly behind me, "and you my love, are my drug for now, I'll use your soul until it's all gone" he placed a hand around my throat making me look up at him "and you're nothing but a husk".

He Leant down another rough kiss planted on my lips, hands roaming a little further then I wanted.

I slightly went to pull away until he slammed him tongue down my throat, the fuzzy feeling coming back, his hands played with the hem of my pants.

I felt tingly, and that mixed with the fuzzy feeling was more then enough. It was like getting high for the first time.

I moaned into his mouth, he pulled back his face flushed with life again.

"You are MINE"