Mary

Short Story #1

Every time I look at her. I can’t help myself. I feel compelled to need her. She was always so beautiful. Her beautiful skin; always light brown but sometimes she would get a tan and it would be darker. Mary was always there for me.

Depression is like that annoying neighborhood apartment cat that meows in the staircase at 4 AM. Whenever she meowed, Mary would always be there to calm me down. Her kiss would calm my nerves and her breath left me imagining the most beautiful elements of life.

“Her kiss would calm my nerves and her breath left me imagining the most beautiful elements of life.”

There would be days Mary would leave and I just couldn’t survive. I needed her. I wanted her.

It was an unhealthy obsession.

Very controlling... Slowly killing me... Always hurting me -- The general descriptions anyone would give of Mary if they were asked to describe her. However, to me, I couldn’t even fathom Mary hurting me. I had the control in the relationship. She never really hurt me… at least not all the time.

I hit her a couple times today though. It hurt me worse than last time. I could barely breathe. A Toxic relationship some may say. I call it a beautiful disaster.

It’s funny because Mary killed my Mother and Father. Next will probably be me.

Mary Jane my lover.

“ It was an unhealthy obsession.”

~ A story for Daniel ~

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ALL GLORY TO GOD