Heartless Heathens

by Santana Knox

“Careful what you seek, pretty girl,”

“I don’t like you, Pet,” he told me again, and I tensed from the wound he kept picking at until it threatened to fester and rot. “Because liking someone is an immature feeling. It’s simple, and there’s nothing about you that’s simple, Romina Black. Like doesn’t come close to how I feel about you, you fucking stubborn little shit.” He stopped for a moment, as if he was being careful of what would come out next. “I’m fucking lost over you. I don’t know who I am when you’re not around, and I’m so addicted to you that you’re all I dream about. You’re all I fucking think about every second of the damn day. I loathe your existence more than anything in this world because there’s nothing that scares me more than the idea of waking up and you not being there anymore, that this was all just some dream. Am I supposed to just hope this is forever? Live off the faith that you won’t wake up one morning and go back to the only thing you’ve ever known? Go back to that monster? That’s fucking terrifying, Romina. You’re all I fucking want. You’re all I have.”