Quite some time ago...
"You hungry?"
Morgana looked up from her book to Gwen, who was standing in the door to their room with a bag of chicken breasts in one hand and a frozen pizza in the other. She bobbed them up and down like she was a scale, waiting for Morgana's response. Morgana eyeballed both of them through her glasses before placing her index finger on her chin as if she was thinking. Gwen loved when Morgana made those faces. They were so wonderful and amazing and adorable and sexy and Gwen had a really hard time being objective when Morgana looked like that—like a queen.
"How about we go out tonight?" Morgana suggested finally.
Gwen's eyes lit up and she let both of her hands drop. They had just moved into their new apartment, and it was close to the campus where Gwen was going to school. Morgana was such a huge support, even though Gwen believed her ambitious journalism career was a joke. Gwen hadn't gone out properly in over a month and she was so glad that Morgana had suggested it; it was like she could read her mind.
Morgana reached down below the bed she was sitting on and pulled out her laptop, turning it on quickly and typing in a few words into the search bar. Gwen watched the reflection of the screen light up in Morgana's glasses, and she could make out a map, then a chart.
"How about we go to the boardwalk?" Morgana gazed up from her laptop, both happy and hopeful.
"Yes! I'd love to! Oh, It's been so long since I've been there... with school work and all," Gwen confessed. She brought both her hands that still clutched the chicken and the pizza to her chest and hugged her heart before jumping quickly at the cold of the frozen foods.
"Perfect, then," Morgana replied while laughing. Her eyes twinkled and she gave Gwen her best smile. "You deserve it."
Dear Diary,
Today I went to the boardwalk with Gwen, its the first time we've been able to go out in so long, I've been caught up in work and she's been caught up in school. I love being with her so much, she makes me feel like I'm the only object that's ever existed, when we're out and about, she acts like we're still alone, which is so refreshing considering the girlfriends (and the occasional boyfriend) I used to have would like to show me off, like I'm a trophy. It sounds stupid I know, but it's been helping me cope with the dreams I've been having, you know, the ones that keep me up. They keep coming back. Last night, I dreamt of a young boy named Marlin or something and he was killed by this man and something happened and... I dunno, it was so real though, and that's really what scares me, its like my dreams are a separate reality, I feel pain, and they're so crystal clear. I'm going to try to get some sleep soon though, me and Gwen are going to the movies tomorrow and I don't want to have baggie eyes like I've been having lately.
Love,
Morgana.
PS. I think I'm going to ask Gwen to marry me soon. Our anniversary is in a few weeks and it's been four long amazing faerie tale years, I hope she says yes! xoxo
PPS. Putting a spoon in the freezer and then putting it on your bags does NOT work.
Gwen sat down at her desk. She pulled a very large and old book from her backpack and placed it on the table beside her lined writing paper before turning on her desk lamp and beginning to skim through the thick book, looking for a piece of information for her—
Hands wrapped around her. There was a breath on her ear and a soft pleasant weight on her back, and Gwen giggled and turned her head. Morgana ran her hands along Gwen's body. "No..." Gwen protested. "I have homework!" but Morgana didn't listen. Her hand trailed down Gwen's torso until they hit her shorts, and her fingers slid down below the waistband until Morgana found what she was looking for.
Gwen arched her back and gently moaned into Morgana's hand, giving in to her touch, her passion, her love. She bit her lip, closing her eyes, and she let Morgana do what she wanted, what Gwen herself needed—together.
Dear Diary,
I found something weird out today. Apparently, I've been writing in my sleep. I found an entry from yesterday that I don't remember writing but it's in my hand writing and I looked online and they said that it can be brought on from stress especially if you keep a diary but I'm paranoid and my insurance from this new job doesn't come into effect for another month and UGH! I don't know. The entry sounded like me so I think it's just me trying to get over these real dreams I was having. I'm not sure. Whatever, it's probably nothing. I used to sleep walk when I was little, so I guess its kinda like that, sleep writing, oh my god maybe I can get my sleep self to do Gwen's homework, then we can actually do something other than me watch TV while she sits at her desk.
Love,
Morgana
P.S Today I gave Gwen the "best orgasm" of her life (or so she said). I've never felt so special, I know that's really personal but I can't help but want to share that with someone, and considering how picky we women are with our woman parts, I get like 10+ points to awesome.
"Gwen!"
Gwen ran into the kitchen, a worried look on her face. "What? Morgana? What's wrong?" she said, panting slightly from her sprint. He looked at Morgana who was standing in front of the sink, her hands crossed over her chest.
"You told me you were going to do the dishes this time," Morgana said sternly and she reached into the sink. She held up a white glass plate that had some food caked on it, it appeared to be leftover spaghetti from a few nights ago. She took her finger and wiped it along the plate, picking up food, and then rubbed it between her fingers. "Does this look washed to you?" Morgana asked in a shrill half scream.
Gwen looked at her confused and distraught by her harsh tone. "Moe... I'm sorry," she said slowly, her voice giving off a subtle tone of fear and suspicion. "I was caught up in a proje–"
Morgana smashed the plate against the ground, causing Gwen to jump. Shards of glass scattered across the floor and it left an imprint on the tile. Gwen looked down at the plate and then back up to Morgana. "What is wrong with you?" she demanded in disbelief as she dropped to her knees and began to pick up the pieces of the destroyed plate, collecting them in her palm. Morgana never acted like this, ever, Gwen didn't understand why she was being like this.
"Maybe if I didn't have such a stupid bitch as a girlfriend I wouldn't HAVE THIS PROBLEM!" Morgana screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice edged like a blade andher face contorted in her rage. Her eyes were black against her pale skin and she was looking down at Gwen, who looked back up at her as if she has just stabbed her in her heart. Tears were streaming down her face at the sharpness of her words.
Suddenly, Morgana took a few steps back and held her hand to her head. Her eyes rolled into the back of their sockets and she stumbled further backwards against the sink.
"G-Gwen?" she asked weakly. She looked around the room as if she had just arrived there and her gaze shifted to the floor, her eyes falling on her wonderful, girlfriend crying on her knees and picking up shards of glass. Morgana dropped to the ground instantly, placing both hands on Gwen's shoulders.
"Oh my God, Gwen!" Morgana screamed. "Are you okay? What happened?" She started to pick up a few shards of glass. Gwen gave her an even deeper look of disbelief. Morgana looked up and saw her staring. "What? Gwen? What's wrong?"
Dear Diary,
Something happened today... something I can't explain. Apparently I told Gwen she was a … "stupid bitch" and I don't remember any of it. As of now it's going to be a week before I get insurance and can see a doctor, Gwen is behind me 100%. I'm terrified. I've been finding more and more entries that I don't remember writing, about the end of the world, about someone named Merlin and about a dragon and, it's all getting too weird and too real. I'm scared I'm going to hurt Gwen again, maybe this time physically. I'm going to try a homeopathic remedy tonight to help me sleep. I hope it works. Oh, before, I go, I've noticed something weird as well, until a few days ago I signed my own name at the end of each entry I wrote in my sleep, but now it's become scribbles and it's morphing and becoming more weird, like its not me signing them, the handwriting is slowly changing too, maybe its because of how tired I've been lately, or maybe I'm just going abso-fucking-lutely insane. I've tried to decipher the letters but I can't make anything out, maybe I'm over thinking it. I'm so scared, seriously! I'm going to try a homeopathic remedy tonight to try to sleep, maybe this can help me with my sleep writing, maybe not, we'll see. :-)
Love,
Morgana
Gwen awoke to the sound of shuffling. Her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness as she sat up and turned on the lamp by her bed post. Morgana turned around, her eyes red, looking like she had been crying. She had a large black bag in her hand and she was frantically stuffing clothes into it. Gwen got up and hurried to her, still in a daze from little sleep but she was coherent enough to realize something was seriously wrong.
"Morgana? What are you doing?" Gwen asked scared and shaken. "What is this?"
Morgana ignored her and continued to stuff clothes into the bag, although she was beginning to sob. Gwen reached into Morgana's bag and grabbed her hand. The other woman tried to struggle but Gwen overpowered her and brought her hand to her chest, placing it right on her heart. Morgana turned to face her; she looked so sorry and scared.
"I can't... stay here... Gwen," Morgana said between heaves. "I'm so... so sorry." She pulled her hand from Gwen's breast and zipped up the bag and began to walk down the hallway.
Gwen fell to the floor. She wasn't crying. She couldn't. Shock had over taken her body, but still she flinched as she heard the front door slam and then again as Morgana's car started up. She kept thinking to herself, This is just a dream. It's just a dream. Morgana loves me. She does. She'd never leave me. Not like this.
In the car, Morgana stopped just half a kilometer down the road and turned to her bag in the next seat. She leaned into the steering wheel and cried. She had to leave her Gwen, she had to. It wasn't safe for her anymore, it just wasn't—
Don't stop driving.
Morgana looked up into the rear view mirror. There she was, watching her, wanting her, taking control of her. Morgana twisted and contorted and the veins in her face became thick and prominent, and her eyes shinned a bright gold and she felt herself fall.
A few seconds later, Morgana opened her eyes. She gazed at the bag, finding herself once more, and then looked up to the mirror. She saw her reflection and smiled a wicked smile.
Gwen got up after a few minutes and walked to Morgana's side of their bed. She started to cry. She looked at Morgana's bed post and saw the picture of them together that had been taken a long time ago, back when they first started dating. It had been at the park, somewhere close to Gwen's home.
Gwen sat on Morgana's side of the bed and realized she was sitting on something hard. She stood up and started searching under the blankets until she pulled out an open black book, text in red ink. A gentle scent of iron drafted into the air from the pages.
Dear Diary,
Kill... I must kill. I MUST KILL! I MUST FUCKING KILL THE BITCH. THEFUCKINGBITCHTHATBITCH! I MUST KILL HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER! I FUCKING HATE HER! STUPID BITCH SHE'S TRYING TO TAKE MORGANA FROM ME FUCKING I'LL SLIT HER FUCKING THROAT. OH HOW I CAN'T WAIT TO FEEL HER BLOOD ON MY SKIN, TO DRINK IT, TO BATHE IN IT OH YES OH YES I FUCKINGIFUCK IFUCKINGWANTHERHEART. OOOOOOO I WONDER HOW IT TASTES. I BET IT TASTES LIKE SOMETHING DELICIOUS. OH YES OH YES OH YES OH YES OH YES OH YES OH YES OH YES!
I'll kill that bitch, I'll kill that fucking bitch Gwen... if it's the last thing I do.
Love,
Morgause.