Psychotic Obsession

[Guest MissMurderIsSchizo]

His every thought was conquered by her intensive stare, her soft skin and dark blue eyes. She was all he ever, contemplated, all he ever wanted in life, the only person in the world he wanted to call his own.

 

Her voice would echo in his mind, her every movement captured in his photographic memory. He wanted her all to himself, not to share her with anyone, not to let her out his sight. Their pictures together painted his bedroom wall, and her lipstick lay on his bedside table. He sat on his bed and took out a book from the drawer and he opened it, he gazed upon every picture he had downloaded from her myspace profile, every note, he had carefully written down that was posted on his wall from her. The pages seemed endless, much to his enjoyment as he slowly turned them closely examining every finer detail, he turned the last page revealing a solemn sight of emptiness. His smile faded and a thought crossed his mind, “why should I look at pictures?” he whispered to himself, “when I can have the real thing?”

 

He jumped up in excitement and got ready for their date, plotting his every move when he saw her. The time finally came when he arrived at her house, and got out to open the door and turned around to wait for her. His soul dispersed and his muscles tightened as he saw the beautiful slim figure approaching him. When she was close enough he locked his arms around her in an embrace he never wished to release. One look into her eyes and all his self-control vanished. He felt every never in his body explode in the excitement of knowing that she would never leave his side for this moment.

 

The journey seemed to take an eternity as he wished he could be alone and relaxed around her. Their hands met and he gripped the steering wheel tighter. He could feel her attention slipping away from him, he had felt that a lot recently when he saw her with other boys, at least he would never have to worry about that again. No words were exchanged but every now and then he would stare intently at her hoping he would capture her attention, be he ever did. Her hand dropped away from his and his senses sharpened. The car came to a stop on the side of the road and he turned to face her.

 

To him, her ace shone like a full moon in an ebony night sky, her eyes would sparkle and glisten and what’s more, her voice sounded like nothing he had ever heard before. He longed to touch her, to kiss her, to tell her that his world is her, but he was stopped, as her sullen, now empty voice confessed that she thought it was time they saw other people. He didn’t take his eyes off her, but instead gave her a possessed smile and said, “ But I want to die with you.” He cocked his head and then rolled up his shirt sleeve, revealing the letters “ S.A.N.D.Y.”, these resembled her name, but on looking closer, she could see it was not professional. He started the car and pulled into the road and told her the story of how a few weeks earlier he dragged a knife painlessly down his arm then breaking open an ink cartridge, smeared it over the wounds. ‘’ This way you will be with me forever! He screamed over the car revolutions. A look of fear over her face as she tried to exit the car, his obsessive atmosphere made her want to get away as soon as possible. She buried her face in her hands and began to cry. He looked over to her and whispered in her ear, ‘’ I always loved you, but if I can’t have you, nobody can.’’ She quickly looked up but before she could do anything the car was crushed against a wall. The last thing he heard was her frightened screams.

 

Soon after he had awoken, he staggered out from under the obliterated car, there was no sound, no movement, until he let out an unsatisfied moan, sobbing to himself as he realized he would now have to die alone.

[PurpleKitty]

wow O.o that is amazing!!! your good at writing storys! I love it!

[Guest MissMurderIsSchizo]

Thanks very much (: