Your Death Is Mine

How does it feel to be wanted? How does it feel to be owned with no rights over your own life? If you loved someone, the one who loved you would take them away from you.

How does that feel? What would you do?

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Blood rushes back and forth in my head, the loud electric synth beats from yesterday still going off. I turn over to an empty, wrinkled bed. Damn, the blonde babe from last night must've ran. Yet, I realize the place she once occupied, isn't empty. There's a white, red tinged letter taking her place.

" Dearly Beloved,

On this unfaithful morning, I come to you with a letter. My eyes are red and my face is stained, obvious evidence of your betrayal. How could you do this to me? Don't you care how much I love you?
You are mine. Every minute and every second of the day, I own you. I think of you all the time and I thought you were the same but you aren't. You don't love me, anymore. But I don't care.
I will have you again, one day. And I'm never letting you go again.

Yours to Brutalize, ...your Butterfly "

I'd been gripping the paper so hard, I didn't realize I was covering the blood marks...or the locks of golden blonde hair..