Stories To Tell

Dark Again

This feeling wasn't anything she'd felt before.
It wasn't like the first time she saw snow or the first time she tasted a strawberry. It was different, so so completely different.
You see this girl loved, and she had passions, desires and wishes.
Her love for photography was as strong and mighty as the grand canyons.
She captured memories. For God sakes to her, she captured souls. There was something about hearing that 'click' or seeing that flash.
You see she wasn't like the rest, what she photographed told you stories about her. It was the things she most loved, the people she most cherished.
But when you love, many times you hate.
And god did she hate him. She hated him for what he was and what he did. The way he spoke to her, the way he touched her.
He crawled beneath her skin and into her dreams leaving only scars and nightmares. She despised the way he breathed to low, and the way he called her beautiful. To her, the big green baby eyes upon her face were nothing but disgusting. She wanted to burn her long beautiful black locks because of the way he's passed his hands through them.
God did she hate him.
How could you hate someone so much?
But with him, it didn't matter. He was a demon. He wandered in her head when she never wanted him there.
She wanted an escape. The darkness was coming for her faster than before. He was slowly slicing the rope that held her sanity.
She was terrified and god did she hate him.