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For those looking for a place to belong. You belong here. You always will.
“A sad person knows what another sad person looks like,” I said. I dared to reach out, brushing my fingers along her cheek to tuck a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear. Goosebumps prickled over her arms, and my eyes widened. “I hear it in your voice. I see it in your eyes. I feel it when I look at you. You deserve to be happy, but you’ll never find it with the people you’re choosing.”
I wanted to hear the sounds she made when she was lost in bliss. I wanted to find every point of pleasure and pain on her body and use them.
I blacked out for a moment. It was only a second and then I was kissing her like it was the last damn thing I’d ever do.
God, I could destroy her. I wanted to. I needed to. I didn’t just crave her perfection, her unattainable beauty. I wanted her filth. I wanted the messy, disgusting, fucked up parts of her. I wanted to rip her open, pick her apart, find the things that made her tick. I wanted to make her mine from the inside-out. Shatter her to pieces before I put her back together.
“Fuck me hard, please. Make it hurt.”
“Come for me, sweetheart,”
“I’ll keep it,” Jess said, holding the photo against her chest. “That way, you won’t have to think about it unless you specifically want it.”
It had taken me a long time to realize that “home,” to most people, represented a place of comfort and safety. Home was a place people wanted to return to, not one they dreaded or feared. I’d had to build my own home, my own family. I’d crafted it in the only way I knew how; it was messy and strange, but it was mine and no one could take it away from me.
“Well, when you cut a snake’s head off, it will keep snapping its jaws at you,” I explained. “It’ll twist and struggle on the ground. It’s just nerve endings firing off. Death throes. It’s not actually alive, even if it looks like it.”
I already thought of myself as dead. Why was I trying? Continuing to struggle to make life worth it felt useless.”
