Her

Once the red haze cleared and I became more concionce again all I could think was, "What did she do this time?" I tried moving but everything hurt like just being hit by a bull seeing red. The pain was almost unbearable, key word almost, but I pushed through to see what she had done. I realized I was in a old grungy back alley of a fish cannery. All I could smell was the pungent odor of rotting fish. I took small steps back to see what she had done and what I saw was horrendous. Blood...everywhere. the body count was more then I have ever seen her have...10 bodies...15 bodies...30 BODIES. All unrecognizable, some missing limbs, some being decapitated but all dead. I looked down at myself and realized the blood was still fresh. my once nice white converse stained with the blood of her victims, my jeans were more ripped then they were ever supposed to be, and same goes for my shirt and jacket soaked and torn with god knows whos blood. I felt something drip onto my face and again blood. my once platinum blonde hair now dripping with blood of her unknown victims. Looking at their dead faces I almost wanted to feel pity but all I can heat are the screams she lets me hear. Their blood stained faces scream horror that you can only imagen to feel. I still don't know why she does this, maybe she likes the taste of cold hearted killing or if it's just what she likes doing for fun. She never tells me anything, no notes, nothing! Walking between the bodies has become normal to me now, since the killings have been happening for almost a year now. You would think I'm crazy but she doesn't let me feel fear...actually she doesn't let me feel anything. I have thought about ending all of the suffering so I can be free from her but every time I get close she drags me back to reality where I'm her only victim she can't get rid of. You may think this is cool but once the firth kill happened my life was ripped away from me, now my life is running, blacking out, finding the bodies, and running some more. She never lets me remember everything she gets to chose which ones I do. The worst one she let me remember is her first kills where she came out at school and destroyed my best friends then ran home and did the same to my parents. We packed up and our life of non-stop running began. The thing I ponder at most is what does she look like? Whenever she's on the news she's covered in blood so I can never see who my other half really looks like. Going to find help is also out of the question because if she does look like me then the people would immediately call the cops and again we would be running. This always happens after one of her killings she brings all of my past back up to haunt me. why! why can't she leave me alone? Why was I cursed with having my soul bounded to a demon? WHY?...Why?...why?...

we were destined to be together forever...Hahaha