Psycho

23

Blythe
Monday morning

"Is this really necessary?" I asked covering my eyes, while Amora shuffles around the kitchen. "Yes, 100 percent necessary. You almost killed yourself."

Amora is hiding any sharp objects away from me and if I need to use a knife I have to ask her. "I don't see the point of this," I said leaning against the wall.

"Of course you don't, your eyes are covered." Amora laughed moving my hands then kissed me. "Haha very funny." I smiled looking around.

"What if I need to cut the crust off my sandwich?" I crossed my arms as Amora shrugged. "I'll do it for you."

"Cut a piece of paper?"

"I'll do that too."

"What about... Yeah, I got nothing else." I scoffed rubbing the back of my neck. "Exactly, so that's one more reason for you to just sit back and do nothing." Amora poked my nose before lifting up my shirt.

"We have to change your stitches." She said looking up at me. "I can do it myself." I slapped her hands away then pulled my shirt back down. "You don't even put a new roll of toilet paper on, what makes you think you can change your own stitch." She grabbed me by my shirt dragging me up the stairs.

"You stab yourself once and nobody trusts you, just ridiculous." I joked laying down on my back lifting my shirt halfway.

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's because you totally flipped a switch and I didn't know what to do."

That is pretty true, I didn't even know I stabbed myself until it was too late. I barely remember grabbing the knife. "Just come to me if you think you're gonna lose it or something."

"I'd rather come for you." I smiled staring up at the ceiling. "I bet."

"All done." She grinned pulling my shirt back down as I sat up. "I can do these things myself you know." I'm not gonna lie and say I don't like having things done for me but jeez.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Amora asked getting on her side of the bed. "Call it what you want."

"You never finished telling me about your life before me."

"Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea." I sighed stretching out in bed. "C'mon, we already started." Amora smiled looking at me.

"I'm not understanding why you refuse to kill her."

"She's always asking you for the impossible."

"And she's alive because of what? You'' love' her oh please. Your father loved your mom now look at them."

"What else do you want to know?" I grinned.

"What was your last relationship like?"

Oh brother.

"Her name was Erin, I was 15 and she was 20, yes I am aware of the age gap. I was young and wanted to get away from my parents, I hated my life at the time but she made it somewhat better. We were on and off, she'd always cheat on me and I would think it was my fault."

"I'd let her do whatever she wanted with me, even if I didn't like how it sounded. If I didn't say yes she would still do it. I thought being with someone older than me would be cool but it wasn't." "She forced me to do things, touch me in places I've never been touched. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't tell her no."

"I'm sorry you went through that," Amora said cuddling into me.

"As I got older I realized what she was doing was wrong, and I had no business with her. One day I couldn't take it anymore, I was tired of her abusing me, touching me when I didn't want to be touched, pushing me away when I needed her the most."