Desperate Desires (Adaptation of "Cat And Mouse In Partnership")

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by metallicat3627

by metallicat3627

She was always there, telling me how great I looked, how funny a joke could be, always filling me with compliments and encouragements. So, I let her in. She told me that I should make some friends, make some more joyous memories to take out on a rainy day and cherish. So I made a few friends, and then some more, and then even more, so much that there isn't enough room to store all these happy memories. But I keep them anyway, for she tells me happy memories can never be stolen. It wasn't long before I was fooled. She told me to look over there, not to listen to what people say about and to me. So I looked away, looked away as She unbeknownst to me fed on those words, those looks, the way I was treated differently. She seemed pleased with herself as she continued to build up my self esteem, the little voice in my head telling me that something isn't right a faint little whisper, almost always crushed by the compliments and positivity She gives to me.
It wasn't long before She told me to look the other way again. It doesn't matter what's expected of me. I just need to enjoy life and live it how I want to, full of fun and happiness, and friends. Even if that little voice kept getting louder and louder, telling me to listen to it as She feeds on responsibilities, expectations and the pressure placed on me to acheive such high standards by those who are supposed to care and protect you.
Even when something scarring is revealed, when something I never saw coming has been brought to light, She tells me to look the other way. To forget what he had done to you. To go through all the questions asked by your mother and the experts who can see through your lies with a big smile on your face. Keeping the truth in the dark where She feeds on it, on your suffering, on all of this torture you must endure. But even if the small voice starts screaming at you to listen to it before it's too late reaches a point where you can't even think anymore, you have to keep that fake smile plastered on your face for your friends, for the world to see that you're just fine when the real you is curled up in a ball, screaming--or is it the other voice?
And then you're fine. For a while at least. But then you realise all those happy memories you have are hard to find, hard to remember. All you can remember is pain and suffering and so many fake smiles. The voice is silent for once. It has been for ages, you realise. And then you hear it saying one simple thing: I warned you. She jumps in and screams at it to shut up, and then turns to you, broken and deranged, that fake smile you made so many times stretching across Her face.
It all makes sense too soon, too sudden and it's all you can do as She feeds on you, feeds on your memories of joy, of happiness, or all things bright. She doesn't hide anything from you now, doesn't make you look the other way as she feeds upon your realities, forcing you to face them, the Darkness that is Her, the Darkness that is you, swallowing you up until there's no way out.

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This is probably a really bad adaptation of the original story...sorry guys

http://www.grimmstories.com/en/grimm_fairy-tales/cat_and_mouse_in_partnership