Alone With Her

One l She

The darkness always coats the room when I'm with her, she never leaves. She has been with me for as long as I know and here is our place. We never venture further, the world outside is darker she tells me.  She once told me, "Dangerous people hidden within every path that you don't want to cross own the world out there." Never leave me, if you do .. You will be lost forever and I won't be able to help you."

She talks about mirrors, how they curse and corrupt your opinion of yourself. Sometimes she cries a lot. There are days when she doesn't say a single word to me and I feel as if I've done something wrong. We fight a lot and she makes sure to tell me how much of nothing I really am.

She hates me, but if that's so .. Why does she stay? I wish she would leave, but no matter what happens between us .. She never goes.

Today is another day full of fighting between us, I asked her if one day we could meet another person and maybe become friends. She began to yell loudly, tainting the room entirely with the harsh sound.  She tells me we can't let another person in because they will kill us slowly for what we are.

Hopeless

Broken

Worthless

Torn

Sitting down in front of me she takes a deep breath, I can hardly see her face as the shadow casts over it darkly.  "I'm going to tell you a story." She states calmly, her voice sounding weak. 

"Once upon a time a young boy's mother had given him a key,  She carefully explained to him. "You are to never use this if you are unsure, This is a very important gift you are receiving. This gift has two parts and one day when you are absolutely positive you have found the other part, then and only then is when you use this key." She looked at her examining her face to see if she was still paying attention and continued on with the story. "Shortly after the young boy's mother passed away and years passed as he grew up, He always kept that key close. Day and night he searched for the other half but he came up with nothing because he had no real clues as to what it looked like or where to begin looking. Another year passed and the boy now a fully grown man proposed to a woman, she was a cruel woman. All she believed in was money and possessions. One night when the man sat down at his desk to write in his journal, He was saddened .. He had grown old now and he still hadn't found the other gift. He opened his drawer to get the key, gripping it loosely in his hand he stared down at it. The key was now covered in dark rust that scraped off with ease at the touch of his finger. Engraved on the head of it was a heart. A sharp pain erupted through his chest and he fell to the floor still clutching the key in his hand. That night the man passed away."

"Do you get it?" She looked at me. "No" She shook her head frantically, "The other gift was a heart, instead of the young man looking for the true meaning behind it and really paying attention the his mothers words he took it for granted, he chose a heart that was not made for him. He was too foolish to understand that you can only truly love someone if you feel it. You unlock that part of another person they have never seen in themselves before when you fall in love. He never grasped that therefor the gift of unlocking someones heart that would fully match his beat for beat withered away."

She grabbed my hands squeezing them, "You see, that's why we can't meet another person. They will never understand us. They will ruin what we have now and we will never be able to get it back. No one will ever love you like I love you. I looked at her surprise written on my face, "but you hate me." She smirked evilly "It's a love hate relationship."