Bitten By My Psycho Ex

Bitten By My Psycho Ex

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I was thrown to the ground my throat gushing pout blood. I looked up at my ex with disbelief and horror. His mouth was covered in blood and his eyes were flotation an abnormal yellow color. "Wh- What are yo- you..." I choked trying not to suffocate on my own blood. I watched as he smiled evilly at me and squatted down. "Let's see you survive without me now." he said caressing my face before I blacked out. We all have or will have one ex that will never stop perusing you. Either trying to get you back or trying to make your life a living hell. In this case it's kind of both. Monica's ex destroyed her life, but at the same time wants her to come crawling back to him. He wants her to depend on him, since so he says he's the only one who'll be willing to help her, but that isn't true. Monica soon finds others that she could help her through this new stage in her life.
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I look up at him, his face nothing but a hazy memory. His head is tilted down towards me and I think about how odd it must be for him too. If we kissed, would we find each other's lips? Would it be as natural as breathing? He's mere inches from me and just the presence of his body is suffocating. I don't even have to see his face to know how well he makes my body react. Goosebumps trickling down my arms, and the hairs on the back of my neck rising like sunflowers facing the sun. It's as if I can really see his face. His features and the looks he gives. It's so familiar, so in-tune with me, that I feel like I've always seen it. I can feel his eyes set on me, my figure under his gaze. I can feel the tension in the air and I'm not even sure if I'm breathing. "That necklace around your neck," he scoffs. "What about it?" I ask, my voice low. "I've seen it every single time I've seen you and it drives me insane. It's the one thing I can see below your face." Something clicks into place for me. The puzzle pieces align, and I feel alive. "Then take it off and put your hand there, I can wear that instead," I grin. __ Scarlett Moore. A university student trying to make it past the struggles of life, friends, and a love life labeled hell. But to her aid, a man from her dreams clouds her mind and a little too much of her heart. Every night he visits her, comforting her from a cruel world and harsh realities. The life she lives with him in her sleep becoming a little too real. Just how attached is she to a man who isn't even real? What happens when she can't tell the difference between a memory and a fantasy? __

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