Obsession

by Harleigh Beck

“He’s a killer. Don’t fall for his charms. This is how the other women got lured to their deaths.”

“He’s just a man,” I whisper. But I know he’s not. Robbie is the closest I’ve been to tasting the sweetness of death. I was so close to freedom I could feel its soothing caress wrap itself around my fragile heart.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” My voice shakes. His gaze remains steady, focused on mine. A muscle clenches in his cheek. “Then why are you drowning?”

“You’ve been drowning from the moment you set foot in here. I may be the one headed for the needle, but you’re already dead.”

Happiness felt scarier than the fear I’d become numb to. This feeling that swirled through my veins felt too big to be contained, as though it could drown me at a moment’s notice.

If my chest had ever housed emotions, they were now gone, replaced by an echoing silence.

If I let myself feel, I’ll sink below the waves and drown.

If you lived in the shadows long enough, you soon called them your home.

See, that’s the thing: darkness recognizes darkness. It transcends time and space to find the other half of its soul, like darkening, ominous clouds that gather over a grassy field. Sooner or later, lightning strikes and burns valleys to the ground.

Sucking dick and planning a murder is tiring work.

He’s a complicated maze of uncharted tunnels to get helplessly lost in, and I shouldn’t be this intrigued by the mystery or the sweet aroma of lurking danger around every corner.

Happiness felt scarier than the fear I’d become numb to.

So what if I lose myself? Maybe I’d rather disappear into the night than be endlessly adrift in the daylight.

I don’t want to stay away. Not when she’s the sun that parts the clouds or the silence that calms the voices inside my head.

It would be a shame to steal her from her sweet dreams and toss her into my nightmare, but she chose to play with the devil.

I want her consumed by me. Nothing short of insanity will do.