The Voice in the Shadows
She slumped down the dark street. With every step, her rage grew.
"How could she do this to me?" she muttered to herself. "I can't help who I am! It's not like she's perfect! I, at least, could look over her annoying habits. Like, biting the end of her pen cap, chewing on her nails, and the never ending business calls during dinner. After all, I love her. It's not like I try to hit on people, it's sort of a reflex. The world is just a stage summoning me to perform for it. It's like, some demon takes controls over my body, and I'm inside desperate to stop myself, but the demon covers up my screams for help. The fact that I'm a little scared of commitment doesn't really help either…"
She leaned up against a building and pulled out some cigarettes from her pocket. Mimi had given them to her, and said that they were good for when the pain is unbearable. She had never tried cigarettes before, but the pain could never be worse. She lit it up and inhaled. It definitely took her mind off of the lonliness that crept up on her. She released a puff of smoke and sorrow.
"Maureen Johnson?" said a voice in the shadows.
She turned her head to see the voice.
"Maureen! I can't believe it's you!"
She squinted her eyes and leaned forward a bit to see who this mysterious voice was.
"Where have you been?" asked the voice.
"I was just at my engagement party…"
"Oh, how did that go?"
"It was kind of a disaster. We broke up…" She leaned farther. This voice did not seem familiar. Who was it?
"Oh, well, that's a shame."
"Who are you?"
"We never really met…I've waited so long to see you!" He came out of the shadows. He was an ugly man. He looked like he was about her age. He was balding and snaggle-toothed. He came towards her. "I'm your biggest fan! I love you!"
She backed away, but he continued to come towards her. Her heart was beating fast. There was something about him…
"o-oh, how k-kind…" she stammered
"No, I'm in love with you! I need you! Maureen, you are my heart's beat, my lips' hum. I love you! I'm your biggest fan!"
She ran away, crying for help. He chased after her. He tackled her, and dragged her into the shadows. He got on top of her. She tried to scream, but he covered her mouth. She kicked and squirmed, but he held her down. He ripped off her clothes and did what he came there to do. She dug her fingers into the cold, damp ground. Tears where pouring down her face and streaming into her mouth, choking her. He got up, and smirked.
She gazed into the sky. It was starting to snow.