Love is nothing but an illusion of the greatest kind. A beautiful lie to be told to children,to us, to everyone through fairy tales. Some continue to believe in them till they grow up and are faced with reality, Some which still believe in it despite everything and then there's the third type the one which never got to know about it. I lie in the third category. I was never taught love, never showed love from the start and to believe that I might still know it's meaning is kinda funny. Now that I'm older I don't care much but sometimes looking at some people makes me feel something called emotions. Emotions which can be called happiness,joy and maybe even love. I usually only feel emotions when I meet one of them,one of the flowers.
You see every person is like a flower in their own right but just like flowers their are some which are undiscovered,un-appreciated for their beauty, for their pain, for their soul and for their very existence. These people I call them flowers. The thing with these people is when I find them I start to feel what you call love towards them but eventually the feeling becomes something more, something more darker, something like obsession. It bothered me a lot the first time I met one of them I almost lost control of myself and you know what is the most stupidest thing thing about that situation? It is the fact that I though and believed that she was someone I loved. Someone so important that I nearly considered giving up on something very important for her, my killing urges.
I even gave up on them for a while before they returned back to me in full swing and all it took was for her to cut her palm accidentally. Some parts of that memory still live in my head vividly and some so blurry that I can't remember what happend in them. I remember we were talking while making dinner. I was boiling water for pasta while she was cutting a cabbage for the salad she loved to eat. I don't remember what I said that made her laugh so much but I remember her laughing and then looking at her hand as if looking at something that scared her. I trailer my eyes away from her face to her hand which was bleeding. Her blood dropped from her cut to her forearm and then on the ground as she clutched her palm and bought it towards her chest while crying and screaming in pain.
She was bleeding a lot but instead of getting worried or shocked at the amount of blood I just stood there as I felt something stir inside me something that slowly started to take control of me. I felt excited as if I had just remeber something I had forgotten for a long time and then person I remembered it because of was the person I had tried to forget it for. What happened next was a blur. I remember picking her up while she was crying and taking her to the basement while whispering soothing words to her and then I remember tying her wrists by the chains on the wall while she thrashed around and screamed something at me and well after that all I remember is lots of scream,blood and the feeling of satisfaction and happiness course through me. I remember getting to know later that she had some condition which prevented her blood from clotting on wounds. I don't remember what it was called because when her crying mother was telling me this I was busy trying to hide my smile and cry and act like a boy whose girlfriend got killed my wild animals. I remember when I came back to my senses I was covered in blood so was the wall and the person in front me. She was long dead. I had known that for a while but I couldn't stop myself because of the thriller I got to experience after a long time.
I don't regret dealing with her nonsense even though half of the times I was deluded enough to think I loved her. Now when I think back to those times I can't help but wonder how I survived with her constant nagging and nonsense. The later steps of dealing with her body were easy as I already knew what to do. The feeling of happiness and satisfaction didn't leave me for a while even after weeks of her death. Her name had the same meaning as rose her name wa-" thud" a loud noise brings me back from my wandering thoughts to the present as I look at the person sitting in the chair behind the table and the man standing next to him throwing a packet filled with white powder on the table causing a loud sound to echo in the otherwise empty room.
" 200g of rohypnol" the man sitting in front me says as he takes his cigarette out of his mouth and blows the smoke before putting it back. I take an envelope out of my pocket putting it next to the packet and grab the packet and put it in my bag and stand up. "Thanku you as always Rick" I say before walking outside the room and then the building. I put my earphones in my ears and take my phone out of my pocket before starting the music and putting it back in my pocket. Today was quite a pleasant day even though nothing much fun happened today. The school was boring as usual and the basketball practice nearly made me slam the ball in someone's face. Realising I had already walked a block away from the den I turn and enter the park. It was a shortcut to where my car was. I take off my headphones and put them on my neck and continue walking. I come across some children playing hide and seek, an old couple sitting on a bench an- my brain stops working for a while as I watched her.
Her long brown hair tied in a ponytail,her big eyes wide open and her hand covered her mouth as she laughs again at something in her phone. She was very pretty. Truly like an angel. I wonder what she was doing sitting on a park bench looking at her phone and laughing when it was going to be night soon. Should I approach her? I wonder as I stood there watching her like a creep and maybe I was who knows? Despite everything I can't help but be curious about her. What does she like? What does she hate? And most of all what is her name? And what is it's meaning because looking at her I bet her flower is as beautiful as her.
As I stood there watching her and lost in my thoughts I failed to notice a young girl approaching her until she was standing behind her and shaking her. The young girl looked similar to my flower but she was nowhere as pretty as her. She might be her younger sister. My flower takes her headphone from her ears and look back to that girl before talking to her about something. Trying to listen to their conversation I walk on the sidewalk approaching them slowly so it looked like I am taking a walk. Their voices become clearer as I approach them.
"Let's go home!!" The idiot says as she whines staring at my flower.
"Sure, Sure just let me complete this" my flower says her voice also beautiful like her.
"Esme!" The idiot shouts at my flower but I can't process what happens next as my brain stops Esme, her name is Esme such a pretty name. I focus back at them to see Esme tickling the young idiot and both of them giggling as the young idiot shouts at her to stop to when she can in between of her giggles. I turn back and walk knowing if I stood here watching her for any longer I might do something rash, something that needed lots of planning before being carried out. As I walked towards my car I took my phone out my pocket before opening it and searching for the meaning of Esme. I start smiling before a laugh breaks out and I'm clutching my stomach her name meant love the same meaning as rose. After getting myself together I continue my distance towards my car.
She got a name. She wasn't just my flower anymore. 59Please respect copyright.PENANAPfVTIkVGRS
"She's my love now, at least till it lasts"
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