Forget-Me-Not

Prologue

There she is. Red hair, obviously dyed to be the bright color that is it, its strands spread across the white of the pillow case. Pale skin is spread over small and narrow bones that could make any girl other than her envious of her dainty, yet elegant, figure. Dark eyelashes skim the very edge of her cheekbones and her eyelids are closed over a pair of light hazel eyes that are so hauntingly beautiful they always appear in my sleep. They watch me in their dangerous and unsure way, just like their owner, begging for the slightest glimpse of a new situation besides the one they're in.

I watch her in curiousness too, waiting to see if those lids will open and that pair of eyes will look at me again. Some nights I hope they do. Others I hope they will stay closed so I can watch her peaceful, melodic breathing that almost matches my own. She can't be real. She's too perfect; if there were such a thing. Mother said there never was too much perfection, and that I should obtain it and keep it in my grasp. This I will keep. If I don't it might just be the end of me. An end I do not yet hope to meet.

I slip away from my perch and walk back to my car. It's funny how a lone car outside this quaint suburban home can go unnoticed for so long. It isn't hers of course. No, that little piece of trash sits in the drive, cold in the early morning hours, on the verge of falling to bits where it is. I hope to get her a new one soon, before she is stranded somewhere on the highway.

I slip into my own vehicle and close the door quietly behind myself before speeding off into the night. My own home is silent, every light off except the porch. I'll have to remember to fire the maid again. I fumble with the keys before finally opening the door. The large wooden object hits the wall with a soft thud before I shut it again and sulk off into my room.

"Soon," I remind myself, "Soon you'll have what you want."

I slip out of my shoes and slide into bed, my eyes closing as my head hits the pillow. I catch sight of the clock before I finally nod off to sleep: 2:27 A.M. He'll be up soon, but for now he rests somewhere in the dark too.