Prologue
The hospital was quiet. The only sounds in the floor were my heavy footsteps. The smell of plastic (damn smell), sickness and cheap detergent was thick in the air, making it impossible for any healthy person to breathe. Fresh air was missed by my nostrils and lungs. I felt suffocated.
My feet were sore as I ran the 10 flights of stairs, my calves were literally burning, and a slight sheen of sweat was dampening my forehead. But I still ran, fast and steady. I wondered where this new found equilibrium had come from; it was as if my clumsiness never existed. My lips curled into a smile with that thought, but it was still somewhat forced; not even in my accomplishments made me happy.
The EXIT sign was finally in my line of sight. But something stopped me. Long, familiar fingers curled around my arm, halting my steps completely and probably bruising my skin. I gritted my teeth together, pushing the tears away. I told myself to ignore him, knowing that if I ripped my arm from his death grip he would let go. He always let me go.
That was the problem.
I sniffled as his grip loosened; he always heard everything. I could feel his presence behind me. I knew he was close enough to taste my scent, but never to touch. He never let me touch as I liked, he was always the one making the desitions. He said it spoiled me and destroyed him; I was to starve from his perfection and he was to endure his eternal curse.
Mouthwatering
"No, you are, my love." I hated when I said things aloud without my knowledge.
His voice caressed and wrapped me in a velvet and sex trap I had no will to escape. I yearned for him. His voice, his eyes, his hands… Everything about him made me wild.
"Let me go," I whispered
I sniffled again, this time the tears flowed without a warning. I hated myself from crying in front of him. I hated myself for my weakness.
And, as I knew he would, he let me go. I ran, fast and steady, ignoring the burn.
Ignorance is bliss.