Signs Of The Past

𝑜𝓷𝔢 𝕨ⓐү ᗝ尺 ⒶŇ𝕆ţＨẸⓡ

I can't stop thinking about this one thing that fascinates and excites me. It seems like there is nothing else in the world that captivates me so much. Every thought, every action, every decision is guided and determined by this one fixed idea. It's like a constant companion that haunts me and won't let go. No matter what I do, it always pulls me back to this one point. The world around me becomes beside the point and blurs as my focus narrows to my obsession. It's hard to explain how it feels. I know it's irrational and cuts me off from other things and people, but I can't help it. It's like an addiction that controls me and keeps pulling me back. Sometimes I feel lonely and misunderstood because no one can understand the intensity of my feelings. But at the same time, I also feel alive and fulfilled when I focus on my obsession. As I sit here, my mind consumed by my obsession, I feel a mixture of elation and fear. Elation because thinking about my obsession fills me with an intense feeling of excitement and purpose, and fear because I know that my obsession with her has taken over my life and is becoming increasingly difficult to control.
I can't remember when exactly it started, but it feels like it has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. I think about it all the time, from the moment I wake up in the morning to the moment I fall asleep at night. It's always there, nagging at the back of my mind, pushing me to devote more and more of my time and energy to it.

At first, my obsession seemed harmless enough. It was just a friendship, something I enjoyed to form in my spare time. But over time, it grew more and more intense until it became an all-consuming passion that I could not ignore. I found myself neglecting other aspects of my life in order to focus more on my obsession. I stopped caring about others, stopped caring about myself, stopped doing anything that didn't involve my obsession. Now, I spend every waking moment thinking about her, researching her, practicing to catch her. I am constantly searching for new ways to improve and perfect my killing skills, never satisfied with where I am now. I know that it's unhealthy, that I need to find a way to control my obsession before it completely takes over my life, but I can't seem to help myself. The thought of letting go of her fills me with a sense of dread, like I would be giving up a part of myself. I know that my obsession is not healthy, that it's interfering with my life and my ability to function in the world. But at the same time, it's the only thing that truly makes me feel alive. It's the one thing that I'm truly passionate about, and I can't imagine my life without her. So I continue to obsess, knowing that it's not sustainable, that eventually something will have to give. But for now, I can't help but be consumed by my passion, to the point where nothing else seems to matter. I wish I could control it or just turn it off, but it seems like it's a part of me that will never go away. I don't know if it's healthy or not, but I can't help but follow my obsession and that one day I'll find a way to deal with it.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. Every moment of every day, she consumed my thoughts. I felt a deep, burning desire for her that I couldn't shake. I dreamed about her every night, imagining scenarios where we were together and happy. I started to stalk her, following her around town and watching her from a distance. I would try to get close to her, but I was careful to make her not notice my presence. I didn't want to scare her away, but I couldn't resist the urge to be near her. A part of me wanted to kill her, the other was not. Both sides were in an constant war, trying to take the space in my head over and to make the right decision, while my obsession with her slowly consumed me, and I lost touch with reality. I am addicted to her, to the way she makes me feel. I know that I need to let her go, to move on with my life, but I can't. I am trapped in this endless cycle of obsession, and I can't break free. I have become her shadow, following her every move, never letting her out of my sight. Killing person, after person, after person. Never really fully satisfied. It felt great, I felt alive. And when I was finally behind her, preparing for my killing blow...tasting the blood already and feeling my fingers starting to burn from excitement already...I couldn't do it. I felt a weakness take over suddenly as she slowly turned my way. Her (e/c) eyes met mine and I felt my heart stop beating. She was startled by me, almost making me feel bad on spot as she tried to gasp for air. I was lost. Lost in my mind as my eyes were locked with hers. I couldn't hear what she was saying, though as she hugged me, I could feel my whole body tense up. Something snapped in me in that moment.

Though it quickly changed as soon as she stepped away in fear. I glared down to her, the urge to harm her took over again as she ran towards the door. She thought she could get away, though she should know better. I quickly grabbed her from behind, pressing myself possessivly against her, feeling her physic. I could smell the sent that never left my nostrils after all this time. So familiar and yet so foreign. She was tainted by the man she has fucked, while I was behind bars. She didn't care about me, and probably never wasted a single thought about what happened to me in that hell hole. No, she was a slut. Fucked by the man that I took down in the kitchen. I still felt my blood boiling by the thought of that. I'd teach her. Teach her to not cross me. To make her understand, that choices have consequences. And she'd pay with her life, that is what I was sure off. Yet fate had different plans with us, my dearest (Y/n).

Don't you agree?

Fate let you life another day, lucky you. My precious flower ran as fast as she could to the snake. Dr Samuel Loomis, the bastard who has held me captive over the years. Oh how I despised that man. I dreamt of having my sweet revenge by killing him, yet that had to wait. I backed away from the door, into the shadows of the house. It was easy to hide away from the cops, never really a challenge for someone like me. But seeing you enter the car with Loomis, that is what I couldn't understand. Did you think you'd be safer with him, than me? I was thinking you'd be smarter than that, then again you couldn't possibly know what kind of man you were dealing with. You'd figure out eventually, but don't you worry my dearest. Even when you have a head start now and you're surrounded by security by the time I have arrived in that Sanitarium of his...it won't keep you away from. They can't keep you safe, none can. I will get my hands on you, and then you'll pay for what you did. Buckle up, sweetheart.

Michael Myers is coming for you.