Redwood Asylum

Cursed Love

Katrina was leading the way back to her house, because I had no idea (of course) on where to go.
 

I just realized that I didn't tell you how I got deserted in the woods of Alaska in the first place. Well let's make this long story short...  

I got mixed up in the wrong sort of people (which isn't surprising), and anyway when they didn't get the money they wanted... well you know happens when people get angry, they do terrible things in retaliation to their unwanted feelings.

They beat the shit out of me and left me out in the woods to die. I crawled away and sought out shelter. Finally I just gave up and laid down, and thats when she came. 

We finally show up at a small cabin (not complaining as long as its warm) and she says
"Come inside, you'll feel much warmer, or do you still want to complete that absurd 'bucket list' of yours and freeze to death?"

Huh. She has sass in her. 

I like it.

I wait a few moments before answering, and when I do I say,
 

"You know it sounds tempting, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of my company."

She replied with ," well now aren't you a narcissistic one . Alright come on in. To be honest I'm a little surprise you where out in the woods in the first place, most people head back to shelter after a few hours, but I feel like you where out there for much longer"

 " well I wasn't there by choice, just so you know. Im quite used to near-death experiences though. But the freezing to death part was a first"

She said, "So how come you're still able to crack lame jokes and be a pain in the ass?"

It was a snarky question, but I was a little surprised by it, because I never really knew.

"I don't know, but I always seemed to have joked too much for my own good, and it's kind of gotten me in a lot of trouble"

"Well just great",she says sarcastically,"this is going to be fun"

I see a gleam in her eyes, as if I'm staring at a cat who's about to knock all the books from the highest shelf.

I guess I should watch my back around her .

I say thank you as she hands me a cup of coffee to warm me up.

"Well someone hasn't completely lost their manners" she says to me.

"I see no reason to be rude around such a pretty lady, who has recently saved my life, for a little while at least" I replied.

"I don't mind a little rudeness once in awhile, as long as there are good intentions behind the action."

"Well you just might enjoy my stay after all" I say with a smile.

"I'm starting to think so too" she replies.

Damn, she is good . But maybe it it's just because I haven't done it in awhile. Either way it feels great...she is doing all the work and it doesn't seem to be her first time either!

  I don't know how long it went on, but I fell asleep after awhile and I started dreaming.                

I dreamt of having a life with Katrina, a happy life, full of joy, only god knows how much joy I need in my life after all thats happened to me in the past.

  I hear a loud noise, as if someone  is breaking down the door. Im falling, and I feel someone groping me around the neck, shaking me. I grope around for my knife that I always I always carry with me, and before I was fully awake, my attacker was dead. With the serrated edge of my trusty rusty blade imbedded in her head.

 It wasn't an attacker, it was Katrina, only wishing to wake me up. But now, because of me, she's dead.

I see the look of surprise and anguish frozen on her face, the only women I might have loved. Dead by my hands.

At that moment, something shattered inside me, like ice breaking when splashed with hot water.
I have no reason for what I did next. what I did was stab her over and over until she wasn't even a comprehensible form.

But neither was I. 

What I am is a monster.

I walk towards the bathroom with the bloody knife in hand,  and I cut deep Into my face, creating a crude smile stained with a mix of her blood and mine. I knew I would never be able to smile again after what I've just done. Then I go on cutting my wrists, wanting the image of my dead loved one to fade.