Chapter 1
My skin was burning. It felt like my whole body was on fire, like when you hold your hand just above a candle. And that stinging felling just kept on going. My eyes wet and soar from the crying that kept on going. My jaw crushed together, to hold me from screaming out in pain and sorrow. The dunking headache in the back of my head, the tight knot in my stomach that felt like I was going to throw up. It was all there because of you. This was all your fault. And even though my skin was burning, my head was killing itself slowly and my stomach was having its fun time in a roller-coaster, all I could think of was you. Your elegant ash blonde hair that would always follow your heads move to full satisfactions. Your beautiful eyes that felt like looking up in the clearest blue sky. Your perfect lips that would show of the most shiny and perfect teeth when you smiled. The lovely little nose that fitted in so well with the rest of your soft lovely face. And the perfect body you had to match with it. Just the right size, you were needier too thin nor too thick. You where extravagant, just right. You were perfect. You were the oxygen I needed, yet I couldn’t even breathe. All I wanted at that movement in time, was to make you, not perfect. To cut your elegant blonde hair, to rip out the beautiful eyes of yours, so I could hear you scream out in agony, and see you beg for your life, like your perfect self-deserved. To smash your shiny teeth, so I could ruin your chances of ever giving one of those perfect smiles again. I wanted so badly to smash your legs, to smash your arms, your ribs, all so that I could sit your back together myself, then you would be my non-perfect being. And nobody else’s.
I wished for you to believe in me, when I told you I didn’t want to kill you, I meant it. All I ever wanted was to make you mine.
