ok, here's another chapter. enjoy.
What had happened the previous night? Why did I feel so strangely comfortable? How did it seem like, in the end, suicide was not the answer? These questions crowded my mind.
I choose that insanity is still playing its part. I decide that if he didn't have the guts to kill me now, I would end it myself.
I walk over to the edge of the building and hold onto the metal bar. This would be the only thing preventing my fall.
So many stories up. Somehow I did not feel afraid. I placed my hand over my heart, and for once, I enjoyed the loud pounding in my chest.
But one last question entered my mind which I could not explain: Who would miss me? I try to convince myself that no one would. That nobody cared enough for me. That no one could ever love me.
I feel a presence and realize that I had forgotten he was still here. I look up at him and wonder if this is the missing piece from my life.
His hand moves closer to mine. I look away so he would not see me cry.
I completely sensed her pain decided I should take her to see a hidden collection of mine. I placed my hand on hers and took hold of it.
She looked back at me, unaware and afraid of what was going to happen.
I whisper in her ear, "Would you like to see something so beautiful?"
She seemed to nod her head and I led her down the stairs, still holding her hand.
I finally reach the place and open the door.
As the door opened, the stench came flowing out. I cover my mouth and try hard not to faint. I hear the door close behind us.
I see dead bodies, rotting and covered in blood. It looks as though they have been here for a while.
I am unable to say a word. It is horrifying to see these bodies, but for some unexplained reason, I am not afraid. I imagine myself apart of his collection. How romantic that would be.
"How do you like it?" I hear him ask.
I smile at him. The first smile in my life. "Dreadful but soothing."
I am taken aback with her reply.
I take her hand and led her out of the room. "Where are you taking me now?" She asks me.
"Away from here." I reply. I walk to another room and let go of her hand as I open the door.
I believe this is some terrible dream and it'll only be a matter of time before I wake up. It's not possible that she could find my collection soothing. The correct words to describe it would be: terrifying, wrong, and insane.
I enter the bedroom and lie down on the bed. I close my eyes and try to think of happier times.
I stand in the doorway wondering if he wants me to follow or simply leave him.
If I choose to follow, I won't have to think of suicide as the only way out. I could have him kill me. If I choose to leave, suicide is the only way out. And now that I found someone who is like me, I don't want to die by myself.
I walk into the apartment and find him in the bedroom. I lie next to him and place my hand on his.
I close my eyes and try to capture this moment. I fall asleep to Eine Kleine Nacht Musik playing in my head.
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I am also thinking of putting this story in the Vampire Knight section using two characters from there. But at the same time I think this is fine as well. Tell me what you think.
