Death Blooms

by Yolanda Olson

I may keep it. I may kill it. I may kill myself. I may kill us both. I haven't decided yet and that's the most exciting feeling of all.

No one would ever look at the two of us and think that we could be together—not the trust fund kid and the sociopathic murderer.

Penn would be able to command me to do anything his heart desired, and I would be the submissive, subservient, obedient little boy, eager to please his owner. I guess in a way, that makes me a pet too.

Gray Talbot, with a crush so severe, can’t stand to be around him whenever he’s near,

“I heard some groaning last night from the stairwell. I took care of it for you,” he whispers, his breath hot on my ear.

I feel uneasy, sick. There’s something not right about Penn and coming from me—that means a hell of lot more than it would coming from anyone else.

“I really hate my life sometimes. It hurts just to be alive and breathing, but I don’t want to end things just yet either. I know it may sound corny, and I know that you probably think I’m nuts at this point, I just kind of feel like shit has to get better, you know? It can’t very well get any fucking worse.”

“I want you to make me beg you to fuck me. I want you to make my body ache for you and I want you to use me when you finally feel that you’ve prolonged it enough. I want you to be gentle and I want you to hurt me. I want everything you can give me and more,”

It’s strange the way I feel around her. It’s much different than the way I’ve felt around anyone else, but it’s nothing more than knowing that she genuinely loves me as the person I am, and not the false perception that I wear day in and day out. She sees the monster and she loves it.

But we all have to feel real pain at some point in our lives to become the beautiful things we’re destined to be,”