Come with me, come now...
For the past few days I'v been hearing strange voices in my head and I don't know whose it was. I don't know whether it was an illusion or was it real.
You know for the love of God that I am real! He screeches in my head. You see when I keep denying him he makes my head hurt and eyes turn puffy.
I'm still at Preston's home; slowly melting away from sanity. He just doesn't know when to stop. I just understand why he is doing it to me. I had done no such thing to anger him in anyway and yet he still vents his anger upon me. Like I said before he was kind and gentle, loving and caring. He was the whole damn package. But then he turned cold and distant, then soon hatred was all that cascaded his damn mind like a curtain shutting its windows.
It came again that night with a hushed threat of a cloud descending the ever-shinning moon.
Come here, walk to the window...
"No I will not listen to you! You are nothing but an illusion, a simple crumb of my insanity engraved in my mind. Why don't just leave me alone?"
Now, is that the way to talk to me love? I am after all your other half.
"STOP IT. YOU ARE NOTHING. YOU ARE NOTHING. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE" I scream.
Now how can I leave you? Don't you remember love? Don't you remember me? The way I loved you? The way you loved me?
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"
I am your love; your husband
I then realise that there's no point in fighting either way this voice would cause me pain or just start up a fight. I should be using this time to heal from the beatings I got earlier today not freaking arguing with my sub-conscience - its just draining my energy.
Slowly deep slumber envelopes me the last words I hear being:
My love we will meet soon...
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A Feared Relationship
RomanceShe's been abused by her past. She's been through too much, she's been through the undeniable force of a love she thought that was meant to be true to every inch of her heart and soul, hate and loss and yet she hasn't lost faith in finding Mr Right...
