For your sleepless nights (Scary short stories)

I don't need anyone else...

I was always alone, ever since I was little I've never actually spent time with anyone other than myself. Even my parents couldn't stand being near me, for as long as I could remember it's always been the same: my so called "mom" would wake me up with a slap, throw me into an ice cold shower, dress me up with the same clothes for weeks and literally drop me off in a run down elementary school just to get rid of me for the day, the I had to find my way back home just too repeat the same process the next day. Well, at least until I could take care of myself, and then they just left, and I never heard again from them... good riddance.

Anyways for a long time the only food I got were the free breakfast and lunches from school, but even though I was attending classes and my grades were above avarage, no one would talk to me, not even the teachers were decent enough to even look at me.

My life started to improved by the age of 16. I dropped out of school and started working in a hunting shop, the pay wasn't that great but it was enough to live. My boss was nice enough to at least show some fake interest in me, but it was obvious I was his least favorite employee. At least I enjoyed my time watching how he taxedermy animals as his hobby, and the money was great for life on an abandoned apartment consisting on only junk food and soda. Obviosly I had no t.v., or electricity for that matter, so I entertained myself by reading books on medicine and autopsies, I guess you could say I could be a doctor with what I know.

A few week passed and a girl entered the store, she was the only person to actually acnoledge my existence. Her name was Michelle and she was beautyful as all hell, he clear brown eyes pierced my very soul, but I knew it would lead to nowhere, it always does, but she kept coming to the store just to talk to me, and month after month we grew closer and closer, until finally she asked me to be her roommate. I bet you think this is a love story, well, I mean it is, but right now I was what you called friendzoned. She say me as a brother and the only reason Im living with her is because she wants to save me.

Even though I loved her michelle was kind of a whore, every month she would date a different guy, and on the second week of every new relationship, she would bring the guy home for me to meet... then take him to her room. I can't beging to tell you how agonising it is to hear her moan with another man, I try distracting myself by reading my books, but it was so heart breaking. After that, a few days would pass, she would break up with him, and come to me crying that she has such horrible luck with men, the 'she would love to date a guy like me but apperently not me' like clockwork.

One day I told her how I felt about her, that I loved her, and she told me that she loved me back. I thought she would be with me, but she just kept pailing excuse after excuse until she said that she 'was with so many guys because she doesn't care for them, that if something happened with then she could get over them, but if something were to happen with me...' well, she just ended with a pathetic 'I was too important to risk', typical.

After that... nothing changed, every month would be a new guy, every month I would meet him, and every month... the moans would drive me insane. Finally, one night, something in my mind snapped, human interactions are overrated, I was alone all my life, but even if I don't want her, I need her, but her moans... her moans...! I got up, barged into her room, she scream at me as I threw the guy out. Michelle and I started fightning, everything was escaleting until finally I lost control, I grabbed her neck until she stopped moving, whe I let go she just fell to the ground... dead. I sat down to the ground next to her with my arms between my knees, thinking 'what have I done' and 'what should I do'... then it hit me. I looked at her and I smiled, I knew exactly what to do, I needed her there, that was true... but I didn't need her to talk, nor to move...

I quickly moved her to the bathtub, I started to drain her blood in order to preserve her. I remember every thing my boss did to those animals, so I rant to the sofa and teared it open to get all the fuzz out, I took a knife out... and started to cut her open. Oh! I wish you could have feeled my excitement, everything the books said were true, It was all so interesting as I digged the knife into her stomach and cut it open, carefully making sure not to pierce anything I shouldn't. I pulled out her intestines, kidneys, bladder, everything, did you know they are really squishy? I didn't. after that came the lungs and finally, the heart.

After taking out all, and I mean ALL of the organs, I started to stuff her with the sofa's stuff, I never did know what it was called... anyways, as soon as she was completly stuffed, I sewed her back together... and she was done, she was perfect. No more fighting, no more annoyance, no more men. I dont care what anyone thinks, she better know the she was before, I can feel her warmth, her eyes are more beautiful wide open, her lips are calling me like always.

Right now, it's been three days since I have eaten, but it doesnt matter, my porpuse is to keep her looking beautiful, to keep her next to me, I don't need else... until the day I rot I won't be leaving this bed... I won't be leaving my loves warm... soft... and stiff embrace...