Emily and I don't talk for several days. After our hard-core make-out session on Sunday I don't quite know what to say to her, or how. I want to text her, or better yet I want to see her. The lasting images of her topless are burned into my brain, and not in a bad way. I pull out my laptop several times and type something in to her, but always end up deleting it later. It's nearly midnight when my computer goes off with a notification. I excitedly pull open the lid, already preparing what I'm going to say to Emily, but it's not her. It's my Ex.
JENNIFER908: Hey...
ANALDESTROYER: No
JENNIFER908: C'mon I justy want to talk
ANALDESTROYER: I have nothing to say to you
JENNIFER908: Luke I'm sorry..babe i want you back
My heart is beating hard and fast in my throat, rage curling up inside me. After all the wild shit she puts me through, and she wants me back?! I remember the hikes, the movies, the months I had spent with her. I remember when we first had sex, how she had left her bra on, and refused to let me remove it. A mirage of Emily's breasts flashes before me, we aren't even dating and I saw them, and god they were fantastic.
JENNIFER908: Hello?
ANALDESTROYER: You had your chance, if you loved me so god damned much than you would never have felt the need to cheat on me. Goodbye. Im blocking yo ass.
I open the settings and block Jennifer with a lump in my throat. When I click the Block button I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I log off, and close my computer.
Lying in bed I stare at the pictures on my wall beside my bed. An abundance of nature shots, side by side with photos of me with friends from school, my D&D buddies, Jennifer...And one Picture with Emily. It's old, the edges yellow and cracked from a water spill. The photograph is half hidden behind a picture of me and Jennifer at a halloween party. I take out Emily's picture and stare at it. We're standing next to each other, her head down and mine turned to the side. My sixth grade teacher had taken it at sixth grade camp when we weren't looking. Her hair is short, cut into a choppy bob that ends right below her ears. My hair is long, longer than hers, ending in curls at my shoulders. Both of us still have that baby-fat look, with chubby cheeks an freckles galore. I take down two pictures, the one with Emily, and one with Jennifer staring at a sunset on a nature hike.
Staring at them an immense pain floods my chest. I take Jennifer's picture in my hands and crumple it before tossing it into my waste basket. I repin up Emily and I's photo, covering Jennifer's figure in the halloween picture.
I lay down and sigh, before a deep sleep overtakes my wandering mind.
Emily laughs, tossing her head back so her dark hair falls over her back. Her shoulders are bare, and the sweater she's wearing covers only half her arms. I am lounging on a couch, my hand cupping her hip. Her skin is soft, and cool to the touch. I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her, and I can feel her warm breath on my neck. She kisses me lightly, and holds me tight.
"Luke..." She whispers, her voice soft and seductive. I look into her green eyes and smile. It feels so right, so natural to be with her. I recall the day she broke up with me, how much it hurt inside despite my cool exterior.
"Luuuke..." Her voice changes, and as I stare at her she morphs into something else. Her breasts grow and hair turns the color of hay. Her green eyes drain of their color until they are nothing but a pale white. I push away from her as her fingers break and distort into claws, her teeth sharpened into fangs dripping with froth. The Jennifer-She thing cackles deeply, like the monotone of a record player, and she lunges for me. I roll off the couch and attempt to get away but not one door is in sight.
"Luke baby I thought you loved me...You can love me again like you used to, like you love Emily..." The demon pins me to the wall and stretches it's gaping mouth wide, ready to devour my face...
I awaken to the sound of my computer buzzing with a new notification. I wipe away the cold sweat from my forehead and check the clock. It's 1:45 in the morning. I shiver, not from the cold but from the lasting fear of the nightmare.
Pulling a blanket around my shoulders I get up and walk to my desk. I open the lid of my computer and read the notification: One new message from EMILYLOVESPANDAS.
