Obsessed

Chapter 25: Living in Memories

Morro

Unknown Area: July 25th, 2022 5:30 AM

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I squeezed her wrist in my hand, my other hand digging my nails in her neck. I stared at her wide eyed, enjoying her moaning. I violently turned her head to the right, biting her on her left side.

She cried more, yelling my name once again to tell me to stop.

I moved away from her neck, licking the blood from her skin onto my teeth. I looked at the deep red colour on her wrists which were sore from my grip.

It had been hours. But I couldn't stop enjoying myself. The doze I gave her wasn't wearing off either.

It felt like I was in heaven.

I hopped off of her, standing on the floor with my shoes still on. I looked down at my feet, realizing I hadn't found time to remove my shoes in all the enjoyment. I looked at Charlie, watching her doze at the dimmed lights above her, her waist glowing red from the rubbing of my knees against it. She shivered, trying to move her wrists. They were almost paralyzed. Her left arm was dripping with blood since I had opened the wound again. Her neck was also red with a burnt mark on the side and my teeth printed on the other. I traced her legs down, looking at her left foot which hung off the mattress, hovering just above the bloody scissors on the floor. Her right leg was folded towards her other leg, her ankle also bruised and sore. Her eyes were swollen from crying too. I watched her sob painfully as her entire body shook periodically. I listened to her voice. She was still moaning and crying in pain.

Hic...

Hic, hic...

Her eyes finally shut looking at me.

It went silent.

I scoffed, my chuckle turning into a laugh while I walked towards my dressing. I picked up the bottle of shōchū, clenching its nozzle in my hands. The rings on my finger clicked with the brown glass. I raised it over my head, chugging down the liquid with my eyes closed. I relaxed my throat which had dried because of all the laughing. I opened my eyes, looking up at the dimmed lights, seeing the silhouette of a piece of paper glued to the bottom of the bottle. I lowered my head, licking my lips as I pulled the page off of my beverage. It was folded in four parts. I put the bottle down, opening the folds of the paper.

It was a photograph.

I froze.

My face changed its expression in a heartbeat. My eyes widened.

I stood there for a while, staring at the picture in my hand.

It was him.

My little brother.

Trevor.

I looked at his curly black hair, his hazel eyes gleaming under the sun. He wore a green and yellow striped shirt, raising his little hand over his face as he squinted in the rays. He was smiling, looking to his right.

He was looking at me.

I remembered that day. It was his birthday. He had just turned seven.

My eyebrows arched. I felt a liquid slip down my cheeks.

"Wh-what?" My voice softened, as I immediately wiped my tears.

Tears?

I hadn't cried in so long.