Never Ending Tales

Obsessions

Her destiny is to die. Every month a new encounter almost takes her life. It is my mission to stop it. She is not aware that I intervene, or of my existence. The end of the month is approaching, no accidents occurred this far. If I were not an emotionless husk maybe I would feel anxiety for her impending end, instead my body continues to be emotionally paralyzed.

Sometime soon her life will be threatened until then my watchful eye will not leave her. I should probably learn to climb the tree by her window and follow her more closely throughout the day. Everything is dangerous at this point, it all must be eliminated for her sake. My elimination goes too far sometimes, the small town is more sullen than it was a year previously.

An elderly woman down the street of my accident-prone ward still mourns the loss of her daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren. Their car drove straight for my girl, I had to stop them with my car to keep her safe. The wreck was last week, and granny's time and sanity is ticking away. She has more pressing things to grieve over than a few replaceable people. Human emotions never made sense to me. They are a pointless hindrance, or maybe I am not human. The thought of losing her does not destroy me. As the popular phrase says, "there are other fish in the sea."

My eyes drift over to her, landing on her delicate face. Glowing locks of spiral sunshine fall on her stiff, exposed shoulders. Her glossy pink lips are etched into a frown, creasing the lines on her forehead. The near-death moments she experienced may finally be getting to her. Sweat drips down her crimson forehead, either from the heat, angst, or both. Her bare arms and legs glisten with perspiration under the brutal sun. She bounces her right leg and twiddles her thumbs while her clouded sapphire eyes scan the bus station.

An expression of utter hopelessness and despair deepens her frown. She knows her time could end at any second. She bolts up from her bench and takes off into the streets, surprising me. My body freezes as I watch the unknown girl I have observed is crushed by the large bus she was waiting for. Passengers scream, and the bus slams to a stop.

Blood pools around her broken body, even in an unconscious state of death I still find her beautiful. I turn to walk away, a vicious blood curling screech of misery stops me. A curly haired brunette kneels down beside my sunshine blonde. Tears well up in her emerald eyes, filling to the brim with anguish. Something stirs inside my chest as her eyes meet mine. She is be my new obsession, and this time I will not fail.