Jerome Valeska ~ 1
I couldn't explain my thoughts in the moment when I first started walking down these streets, but it was daunting to say the least knowing your once childhood best friend, the one I would share all my deepest secrets and my deepest thoughts to Would be the one I stand scared of, the one to haunt the back of my mind with words his mouth muttered out.
"Your mine. Always will be. Don't forget that"
I will always remember those words, booming around my head strangling the nice thoughts. He was the person I needed to help me, the person I found comfort in. But now he still lives to be that person, however I wasn't sure weather it was out of fear or out of pure normalisation. It was what I was used to, him hugging me comforting me and telling me it would be alright and we would do it together, we would make it through this together. But now, I don't think I should love him like I do. Shouldn't need him like I do.
Now out of my thoughts that clouded my head, I continued to mind my business and walk down the alleyway to my apartment. That was until I heard a almost silent noise behind me. I knew he was there, I knew he was waiting for me. He was getting closer and I could feel it, I could almost feel the warmth of a heart but I wasn't sure that was his, because i still wasn't sure he had one this whole time. He grabbed me once he had gotten close enough and leaned towards my face. His eyes staring into mine, my body shaking in his arms, somehow that reaction made him smile wider than I had ever seen it.
"I told you, your mine."
And after he had said those words I had already closed my eyes and drifted into a state only I could recognise as dissociation. If only I had noticed the needle with the intoxicating chemicals drowsing it.
Jerome Valeska was my poison. And somehow that poison was my painkiller.
