After that point, the urges became a little more violent.
More frequent.
I tried different methods of alleviating this feeling. Nothing worked.
I'd print out pictures of Gaeb and burn them. I'd even cut myself once. It didn't help. So, after three weeks of urges and helpless remedies, I just stopped trying.
I stopped trying to relieve them. To fight them. To ignore them. After three long weeks, I've finally just accepted them.
Gaeb noticed it, the acceptance. He says he's proud of me. He also says he's still worried for me. Says I shouldn't keep things bottled up.
I just agreed with him. The subject tires me quickly. The next day Gaeb said he had a solution for me .
"What is it?" There was a silence as he pulled a composition notebook from his bag.
"When ever you're feeling in your urges, write them."
YOU ARE READING
Murder You
Romance"Sometimes, I get these urges." "To do what?" "Murder you." …Or the one where a boy feels the need to murder his boyfriend.
