Wicked Strings

He was not just any man; he was my tormentor. He was punishing me for a mistake I had no control over-one that haunted me, much like the sound of his guitar. He was obsessed with the idea of seeing me every day. He was obsessed with me. He watched me closely, waiting for me in every hallway. He was the same boy who had saved me while simultaneously choking me to death. But I will not die alone this time; he will follow me down the depths of hell, where we both belong.

She is the melody that brings my song to life, the rhythm that echoes in my heart. She is the very thing I would kill for and die for. I choked her to save her life so no one would hurt her as long as I hated her. She belongs to me. I would follow her to any depth she desires. She is the serpent that constricts my heart. She is my muse and my everything. I would do anything to protect her in this world of sinners.