Hollow Hellion

by Jodie King

Pain, for me, is not just a beautiful sensation—it's a distraction, a means of escape from the relentless suffering in my mind. It's a contradictory haven, offering both release and peace from the chaos that rages inside me, quieting the urges that claw at my sanity.

“No, Noir. I've been trying to find you my entire life.”

“Love? No, Noir. What I possess for you is far more intense and deeply disturbing. Something that eclipses any form of love, leaving behind only a haunting stain of darkness in its wake.”

“When I said you're mine, Noir, I meant it. That doesn't mean just your pretty face and beautiful body—that means your soul, too. I want it all. Your hurt, your tears, your fucking laughter. I don't want to just give you pain; I want to give you more. You need to feel more.”

“I choose you, Noir. I’ll always choose you.”

“There is nothing in this life I desire more than you. From the moment you stepped into my chaotic world, you’ve blown my fucking mind in more ways than one and ignited an obsession within me. There’s no fucking way I’m letting you go. You’re the only person who’s ever filled the hollowness inside me with something… Good.”

see the guilt in her gaze, and I shake my head once. “Don’t do fucking that. Don’t think you’ve done something wrong. I don’t like it.” “But you shouldn’t have to go through all of this for me, Hell,” she murmurs, tears falling. I lift my head, taking in her facial features, “Don’t ever feel guilt, because I’d let this entire place burn to the fucking ground just to cover you from the flames. You, my pretty girl, are worth every damn burn I would suffer. With me as your shield, you’re untouchable.”