Blood dripped down my fingers as my hand lay limp against my side. I barely paid any attention to the metallic scent, instead I was focused on my own thoughts. The sight of my girlfriend kissing another filled me with a rage I never before thought possible. I can't believe my perfect angel would be taken away from me like that. Staring at the cement wall in my basement covered in my own fresh blood, I contemplate my next course of action. Unsure I slump down onto a flimsy old chair in defeat, then take a look at my wounded hands. Adrenaline was still coursing so I didn't really take mind of the sharp pain across my knuckles. I was so angry after seeing what that buffoon did to her, I flew into a blind rage. Looking at the blood on the wall, I assume I took out all my rage on it. At least I managed to get somewhere private before having my outburst. If I had done it there in the park, then I surely would never get to be near my sweetheart again. Everything I do is for her, I can't lose her now that I finally gained the courage to talk to her. It wasn't in my plans to talk to her when I did, but it wasn't my fault. My plan with Tiffany backfired horribly in a way that I didn't anticipate, but probably should have. Back to the drawing board I suppose as my whole body shivers from the dripping red ooze down my fingers. I'll never give up on her, even though she hurt me like this. I can't really put much blame on her though, it's all Clay's fault and he will pay for it.
Splash
Cold water hit my bruised body, causing me to hiss. I plugged the sink in to soak and to thoroughly clean both arms. After giving them a quick rinse in the water, I open the sink's mirror door to reveal the small medicine cabinet. Scanning through the meager items on the shelves and then quickly snatching the box of gauze that's right beside the untouched meds. I hastily tear open the cardboard, not caring about keeping it in tact. Then, use it's contents to wrap around my banged up knuckles. I stare blankly at my hands covered in gauze. I feel it, yet nothing at all at the same time. Everything is so numb without her. That Clay is so selfish for taking her away from me. I've seen how privileged he is to have such a perfect social life. He doesn't need Y/n like I do, he doesn't deserve her. Does he not understand how much of a great life he has? Why can't I just have one god damned thing go right in my life?!
My throat felt blocked, but I couldn't help but gurgle out a guttural scream, "Selfish... SELFISH!" I stumbled out of the tiny basement bathroom and back to the main area with the wall still splattered with my own blood. It was like I was unable to use my legs anymore and I crumpled to the cold floor, my tears thick. My sobs were far from silent and I was grateful for having soundproof wall for I screeched as if I was in agony. I hate that retched boy with every part of my soul. He took away my one true love, and he is the cause of my suffering. There must be something I can do about it, but for now I'm helpless. My fists limply pound against the ground in protest but I'm weak. My pained cries turn into raged growls, "that half-wit won't know what hit him. But when he does finally realize, he'll learn his lesson just before he bleeds out cold and alone. Y/n is my girlfriend! Mine... mine~... mine." Saying it out loud removed the shake from both my voice and body, calming me down enough to stand again.
Once again the numb feeling returns, the fiery infuriation that was prominent mere moments ago now completely gone. My frequent sudden shifts in mood have always been common, starting when I was young. Supposedly my parents were the same until they found each other, but I could never fact check that due to the fact my father has been a shell of a man ever since the incident. I wish I could feel bad for him, but he never really cared about how I felt. He's selfish, just like Clay. My own dad doesn't even talk to me anymore, he just sits at his office desk, clacking away at his keyboard and not communicating. I don't think I've heard his voice in years. At least he still does his job and keeps a roof over our heads.
The steps creak as I step carefully onto it. I slowly make my way up to the main floor. The air was stale and there was an eerie silence. Nothing but the ticking of the clock and my own shallow breathing could be heard. I stumbled across the narrow hallway, sliding my fingertips along the sickly green wallpaper out of habit. Right before going out to the sparsely decorated living room, I take a sharp left to climb yet another flight of stairs, this time more steep than the last. My feet shuffled slowly until I reached a certain area. I dared not to even look through the clear glass doors to see a half dead husk overworking himself to numb the pain. I hunched over and rushed past as fast as I could. I tread carefully, stepping over the clutter that no one ever bothered to pick up. I made a mental note that this would have to change if Y/n were to ever come over because I don't think she'd really like if it was all cluttered. Most of it wasn't mine, I have few personal belongings and all of them are tucked away in my room. I wonder if I'd pull them out if Y/n wanted to see some of my valued things. Before long, I'm lost in thought, fantasizing about what my darling and I would do once she finally realizes that we're made for each other. Without noticing, I trip over something. My toe crashing into the random object with a painful thud, causing me to stumble and place a hand against the wall to catch myself. I mutter a small curse, but there was no further reaction. I found it strange that no one was there to laugh at me anymore. It's so different with her gone, but I can't say I miss her. Deciding it's better to not dwell on the past, I carry on and twist the doorknob to my room. The air that rushed out smells stale, and the bedroom is as plain and boring as ever. That's why I like Y/n's room more. Her's matches her personality so perfectly while mine uses the same colors as a hospital. I shift awkwardly onto my bed and sit on the edge.
On my nightstand, my phone buzzed to signal that my perfect Angel has posted something on her social media. Shuffling over, I quickly snatch the device, not caring about how stiff my injured fingers are. Typing my password in quickly, then opening up the app from which the notification came. To my surprise she wasn't the only one in the posted picture. There was Clay, holding onto her like she was his. I sneered and closed the app. Before shutting off my phone, I check the time. It's getting late, as soon as the sun sets I'll set out which means I need to get ready. With a sigh, I heave my body up and towards my closet. The hinges creak in protest as the sliding door is opened. Taking my hooded cloak off of its flimsy hanger, I wrap it around myself. Despite the cliche of a black cloak such as this, it was nice for the nighttime air and camouflage in the shadows.
"Oh Y/n," I chuckled dryly, "you will never believe all the things I do just for you."
[ So you guys won't believe this but I'm on an airplane right now, on my way to Mexico. I just wanted to say thank you so much for helping my first chapter hit 100 reads! I'm so grateful for all your support on my project.
Quick update about myself: I'm in Mexico right now, it's really warm and humid. I'll upload this chapter for all of you once I get to a hotel and be expecting the next chapter as I'm already working on it]
-Fuzzsoda
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Obsession From the Shadows
RomanceHe's completely smitten with a girl named Y/n, but this is anything but a normal crush. Will his jealousy consume him entirely, becoming her worst nightmare? What will she do when his infatuation turns dark and the secrets unravel? Yandere male x fe...
