Different Kinds Of Control.

The Loss Of Control.

The Loss Of Control.

Smashing my fists into my mirror, I screamed in anger as shards of glass flew across my room. What Is happening to me? I drew my hands back towards me and watched the deep red blood trickle through the gaps of my fingers and over my palm. I stretched out my tongue and slowly licked up the “red water”. Then something happened…My pupils grew smaller and a wave of anger struck me as I began to trash my entire bedroom. After flipping my bed and throwing my hands across my tables to fling my stuff through the air, I backed into the corner and lowered myself to the ground and began to cry. But not in pain or fear…just in pure anger. Forcefully I grabbed my hair and cupped my face in my hands as my chest rose up and down while I tried to catch my breath. I feel so cold and look so pale. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. Rapidly, I lifted up my arms, scrapped my nails into the wall and heaved myself to my feet. Before I even began to run downstairs I was already standing at my front door. Carelessly, I flung it open and was relieved yet angry to see Sasha standing in the rain. There she stood in grey ripped jeans, a skin tight white vest and black sneakers. She was completely drenched and she shivered as drops of water fell from her mid-length black hair.

“Can I come in?” She asked which interrupted my thoughts.

I smiled innocently as evil imagery ran through my head. 

“Yeah of course. Be my guest.” I said as stepped aside to let her in.

She brushed past me and stood in my hallway while running her fingers through her hair. 

“So, what brought you here?” I asked in curiosity to her sudden appearance.

“I just felt like seeing you. Is that a crime?” She smiled as she walked through the arch and into the living room.

“No it’s not a crime. I was just wondering why you picked to come round in this weather…”

“ I wanted a stroll in the rain. A problem with that aswell?” She laugh while she sat cross legged on the couch.

“Nope not at all.” I said.

“Are you okay Jodi? You look a little demented aha” She asked as a smile grew on her face and one eyebrow raised.

“Oh…Yeah I’m fine just had a little moment of anger earlier.” I mumbled while twiddled strands of hair between my fingers.

I like her so much. Yet I think she’s what’s making me crazy. She’s blocking me up with so much anger. I could kill her! I want to kill her! Her red plump lips are just pouting at me. She’s leading me on… I like her a lot and she shows the signs but has never made a move.  Maybe I should…Or maybe not…Oh f*ck it.

I got off the chair and hastily walked over to her. Leaning towards her I smacked my lips against hers and to my surprise she responded. Slowly she began moving her lips with mine and carefully pushed her back onto the couch and lay on top of her. By now she started moving her lips frantically with mine. Her hands rushed up the back of my top and she began rubbing my sides as I moved my mouth and was kissing her neck. My heart was beating out of chest while she was letting out small moans of pleasure. I could hear the blood rushing through her veins as the rose up her neck. Vastly, my teeth grew longer and I widened my mouth to pierce the vein in throat. 

A scream of pain echoed through the house as I sunk them in. Quickly, she pushed me of her and grabbed her neck as a shocked expression froze upon her face. My teeth shot back in and I circled my outer mouth with my tongue to catch a trickle of blood than ran down my cheek. 

“What the f*cking hell was that?!” She shouted as she shuffled further back from me.

“I, I…I…” I stuttered as a lump sat in my throat.

Her Jaw dropped as my eyes blackened. Suddenly, she jumped of the couch and dashed towards the door and before I knew it I appeared behind her. I reached out and grabbed her hair. She cried out in pain as I then repeatedly hammered her face into the wall of the hallway. I loosened my grasp on her hair and she crumbled to the ground. Smears of blood were plastered across the walls and Sasha’s helpless body lay un-conscious on the floor. I glared at the fresh, open wound on the side of her head and felt the agonising hunger emerge. 

The blackness beyond my eyes faded and I gasped as I realised my actions…