Later On

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Dear Elly,
                   Have you ever wished you didn't do something? So bad, that it burns your thoughts, your body shakes terribly and you can't eat at all. That's how I feel. Just, thinking about him. Makes me want to break apart, and cry. On the other side of me, I want to taste him. I want to devour his heart, and lick his blood clean. To hear him beg for my mercy, and hear his screams. Only, to give him one last soft kiss. Is that wrong? Would that be enough for what he did to me? I didn't know, that a man, with a face of pure white, could do such a thing to me! Me, out of all people. I had never done anything wrong to them, so why? If you are dying to know, he lied to me. I showed him something, I would never show anyone, and he went and showed everyone! Now, when I walk down the halls, it's quiet and all you hear are murmurs. I also have a cruel nickname, siren. After all this torment, I still love him. Why? I do not know. I can never forget him, but can i forgive him? I can not forget, how he smelled, how he laughs, how he walks, or just how he talks! He does not want to speak to me. Ever, again he said. If I did so, I'm sure he would find something more cruel than what he did. Even if it meant him going to jail.
              Marilyn.
          

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