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I sighed deeply. School was just a formality in my life. I went to it for no reason of my own. Science class always seemed to be the worst of it all. I sat it my plain chair staring at the tiled ceiling while chewing on my pencil. As usual, you were on my mind. Why wouldn't you be? Your seat was only 3 rows from me. But, you were looking at something else. Obviously not the teacher. I could not catch your attention so turned my thoughts the sky.

I live for you ...

I daydreamed about you and I. We are together on the grass. You lean over to me and whisper naughty things. I laugh. You grab me and we kiss deeply. I grip your back and refuse to let go. Somehow, I can feel that you are kissing me for your own pleasure and not for mine. I push the thought away and you pull me in. We simultaneously lie back down on the rough grass. I scoot closer to your body. A small daisy sways in the breeze near my head. I pick it. The flower was so small and delicate, moved by the wind so easily. It was so unlike you. I give it to you and you smile.

You turn around and pick an orange lily. It is so beautiful. You hold it in front me as a present. Slowly, the petal's edges brown and the stem shrivels. The flower turns to ash in your hand. I look at your face. You smirk fearsomely. Your hands grab my shoulders and you clutch them hard. You dig your fingernails into my skin. I yelp in pain. You cackle. I tried to push you away but cannot. Things become black. I scream in terror. Someone yells at me.

"Hello, is Mr. Ishtar still here?" the teacher asked. I snapped back to reality. The class was laughing at me as I tried to wake up. Amidst my daydream, I had fallen asleep. I looked over at you. You looked back while evilly laughing. I blushed from embarrassment. The rest of the class was boring as usual and I forced my self to pay attention. The bell rang and the students quickly pushed to get out. I spotted you leaving. You saw me rushing to catch up with you, but you made no effort to slow or stop. I finally got to your side.

"So, why were you moaning while you slept?" you asked with a slight hint of worry behind your grin.

"What?"

"Malik, you were groaning like you were being killed. It was pretty funny."

"Oh," I answered. 'Did you really laugh at me? No, you're worried' I assured myself. You noticed my solemn face.

"Come on, don't be stupid." You grabbed my wrist and pulled your body towards mine. Your crotch was pressed against my thigh. I looked into your eyes. My mind was lost I their bottomless depths. It was like all there was there was lust and energy. Your angry power scared me. All you wanted was to take me over. I pushed you away.

I can feel your darkness ...

Your eyes flickered. You were confused. I looked away and you just shrugged. You were gone without even saying good-bye.

I did not see you for the rest of the school day. I walked home alone. Your house was in the opposite direction, but you never invited me to it. On occasion, you would stay at my house for the night. Like when I had that dream. Oh, well. I just wanted to be home. My house was empty as always. I sprinted up the stairs and into my bedroom. Its walls were a dark blue, almost black, with all the furnishings some sort of brown. I turned the radio dial on to full blast and flopped face down onto my bed. A hand touched my shoulder. I gasped and flipped my body around. There you were, sprawled over me like a cat on a ball of yarn. You leered and bent down to kiss me. I slightly tried to move my head, but you caught my bottom lip. You began kissing me all over. I got into it and kissed back. We lied together for a long time smooching and rolling around. I enjoyed every moment of you.

Finally, I convinced you to leave. "I have to go somewhere," I lied. You did not care. I waited for the sound of the front door closing before I relax. That had scared me. You scared me. I felt molested. Never would I have suspected to find you there in my room out of nowhere. I could not go anywhere without you being there, too.

Why must I fear ...

I slept uneasily that night. Luckily, today was a Saturday and I did not have to care about school. I yawned and wrapped my arms around a pillow. There was something hard under it. I pulled it out. Then, I remembered. It was the gun I had put there before going to sleep last night. Originally, I had kept it in the basement for protection. Just in case I got robbed. It was very unrealistic, though. Just think, a thief attacks you and you kindly ask him to go down to the basement so you can get your gun. Yeah, that would work.

I don't know why I put it under my pillow. It just seemed instinctually right. But, why? That day began badly. You knocked o my door and asked to come in. That had not stopped you before. I agreed and we sat on the couch talking for a little while. "I have to work," I told you. You left. It was Saturday; I never worked on Saturdays. I spent the next several hours trying to hide from you. The hours turned into days and I received every single one of your phone messages on the answering machine. You still found me.

I need to run away ...

At the bookstore, at school, at home ... you would locate me and flirt. Your arrogance over-whelmed me. I kissed you sometimes, but only out of spite. My soul weighed down on me around you. I found myself sitting in my locked bedroom touching the gun's smooth metal. It now was in my pocket all the time. But, now I knew why.

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