The Deep End

Anticipation

TW: SELF-HARM & MANIC EPISODES

/ˈfrɛnzɪd/: wildly excited or uncontrolled.

10:45 PM.

November 7th, 2016.

"There is nothing better than the feeling of ultimate surrender to your true dark self"

I stare into the mirror not recognizing who I've become, in a good way though. I have never felt happier, the misery of people feeds her soul and keeps her running from the lights; running from the sirens.

In reality, it was quite lonely; the feeling of the bitter cold and darkness just embracing you within its arms.

It was then that decided to go hunting for my next prey; my next victim. 

I slip on my dress, a little makeup, and a lot of perfume. As I walk into my hunting grounds; a bar down the street, men were extremely weak there & it was an opportunity I just couldn't miss.

My ice-cold eyes scanned the room, and although I had the typical brown eyes that looked warm there was nothing behind them but the intention to kill.

My eyes lock with yours, a beautiful  5"9 green-eyed boy. I've seen you before; you were the friend of the idiot that flirted with me last time. Your right hand in your pocket, drinking water at a club full of temptations. Everyone around us was too drunk to remember the night, except for me and you; how could I forget your eyes? 

 I was euphoric too  but I think it was just because I'm insane;

& it made me wonder are you insane like me?

It seemed like no one could get to you, but I always got what I want.

I sit on the edge of the bar, my cup filled with ice and water. Your emerald eyes trying to pierce through my soul; eyeing me like an expensive painting at the louvre, you still don't approach me; is it because you knew who I was? or is it because you were afraid of me?

I was fascinated, intrigued & so were you; but who was the predator & who was the prey?

It was no surprise that you like what you see, how could you not? as the night went by men keep approaching me but all I could visualise was your eyes locked with mine. I sit patiently by the bar, deep down I knew you would eventually make a move. I could tell that curiosity sometimes can get the best of you, I could also tell you wouldn't flirt with me like every other man and in a way that would make me curious about you too.

As the hours of the night pass us by, I spot you from the side of my eyes slowly walking up next to me. I can't help but grin, Bingo! I got you! 

" A cigarette? really?" You say to me in disbelief as I grip it between my teeth.

"Yes a cigarette, really" I say smirking as I bring the flame closer to my face, noticing the look of shock and disgust on your face.