Non Compros Mentis

Dreams?

I stare at Triston straight in the eyes and grit my teeth in anger, "You do not want to mess with me. Not right now, I am stronger than I look."

He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks, "You think you can scare a guy? You are just a lonely girl who is no match for me."

He spits at me. I flinch and close my eyes. The spit lands on my cheek. I wipe it off with my sleeve and then I take off my sweater.

"Oh, what's this?" He uncrosses his arms and runs a hand through her hair, "Do you want me to do this? Do you want me to fuck you?"

This time I smile. Not because of what he said, yet because of what I thought. Noone knows what I hide. It's not just a secret. It's THE secret. I kill people. Living, breathing, talking, people. Most of the time I try to ignore it, yet the more I think about killing, the more I WANT to kill.

I look down at my feet and speak under my breath, "Yes."

Triston laughs, "So," he grabs me and pulls me against his body (his big masculine body) "You want me to do this?" He grabs my breasts with both hands and squeezes, harder, Harder, HARDER! Until I can't help but yelp and moan. He turns me around that way we are face-to-face. He grabs my chin with his right hand and places his left hand on the right side of my thighs. He kisses me with a burning hot passion, hatred, and lust. I push him down on the ground and nibble on his lip while kissing him.

I move my hand into my back pocket and pull out the knife that my younger sister got for me on my 16th birthday. I laugh and stab him hard in the chest. Blood - his blood - splatters on my face. I pull out the knife and lick off his thick, deep dark blood, off of the blade. He lets out a gasp.

He smiles at me.

He runs a hand down my thighs.

He wonders what he thought was so

special about me.

He stops smiling.

His eyes go dark.

He stops breathing.

I frown.

And for the first time

In my life.

I

cry.

                  。             。            。

I wake up, breathless, and unable to move. "What the hell?!" I yell, "Where the fuck am I?!"

My arms and legs are tied down to a bed in an empty room. It is so bright. Almost impossibly bright.

Am I alone? I think to myself. Crap! How the hell did I get in here?

My thoughts and paranoia consume my mind in one single gulp. I scream at the top of my lungs and move around in bed as  much as I can, but it's hopeless.

I can not escape from this brilliance of a trap.

I stop struggling and yelling. Footsteps can be heard outside of the room I am in. They seem to be getting closer and closer-

   I quickly shut my eyes.

      I can hear, whoever is in the room, breathing.

         Ever so softly, breathing.

            A cold hand touches my arm.

               I keep my eyes shut not flinching one bit.