Short Stories Collection

Diary

10/31/2018
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Dear Diary,

My one and only love is my husband. We've had a beautiful five years together. Through sickness and through health, as they say. As we said. Our marriage has been wonderful. He is a wonderful husband, full of love and kindness. He doesn't force me to do anything I don't want to do. He's an independent person, but I guess he is has a naturally submissive personality. It's quite cute, honestly.

He's the best thing I have ever had happen to me, my Mark. He has chocolate hair and gorgeous, gorgeous, emerald-green eyes that always seem to sparkle. Sun-tanned skin and a strong, tall build. He has been all mine, officially, for five years and counting. Seven, if you account for the entire time we have known each other. It's been such a wonderful seven years.

Mark is always asking me why I did it. My reply is always that I married him because he is my soulmate, my only one. He usually seems satisfied with this answer.

Our neighbors used to ask us about our little girl. We had a daughter together in our second year of marriage. It was too hard for him to talk about what happened. Eventually I had to make them stop asking. They were such kind people, really. Such a shame they pushed my boundaries.

When Mark asks me why I love him -- the poor dear, constantly needing reassurance. It's adorable, honestly, -- I tell him the same thing I tell him when he asks why I married him. He is mine, and mine alone. Love is such a beautiful, powerful thing indeed.

Lately, he's been more depressed than usual. I'm starting to worry for his health. It would be positively horrendous if he ever got to the point of being suicidal. I would surely be heartbroken.

Throughout the five years that we have been married, his attention has always been on me. Of course there have been a few hiccups along the way, but I always take care of them before they become too much of a problem. I feel terrible for what I did, truly, but it was simply the only way our marriage could have gone on. We weren't the same with her around. Our marriage wasn't the same with her around.

When the police came to our house, his attention was divided and he became anxious. I got rid of them by calling my mother and having her confirm that she was okay. They seemed to buy it and left us alone afterwards. Honestly, you'd think deceiving policemen would be harder. They're trained to spot liars, are they not? Diary, as you would remember, my mother died when I was fifteen years old from a heart-attack.

My husband is the best thing I have ever had happen to me. You see, when I was visiting her at the cemetery, I didn't allow Mark to join me. I was thinking ahead, you see. When we have sex tonight, I don't want his attention to be divided. I want him to perform as he should. With a condom, of course. No more hiccups.

You see, I had to do it. He's my husband. Mine and mine alone. His attention should be on me at all times. Me and me alone. She was simply a distraction. A large, unwanted distraction. A huge hiccup that none of us loved.

Mark is mine, and he is only allowed to love me, you see. Through sickness and through health, he will forever be mine and mine alone.

Goodnight, Diary. Mark has come home. It's time, now. It is going to be quite a wonderful night.

615 words.
horror genre.