𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 13 "𝙲𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗"

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Dead.. I always felt like I was dead. Like a walking corpse.

My mother just said I was special..

My father saw me as something that needed to be fixed.

I just..

Wanted to feel alive..

But I don't feel like I exist at all..

Did I hurt all those people, break so many hearts just to prove I did exist? That I am alive?

The only feeling I could feel as a sign that I was alive was Amusement.

That's the only thing I could feel either that or just emptiness.

But with all the amusement and entertainment it did not get rid of the feeling of me rotting away,

When I met her..?

She seemed more fragile and boring to me.

Her long hair soft wavy hair that shines in the sun.

Her round blue doe eyes that was always filled with either curiosity or confusion.

She was adorable but boring to me.. nothing entertained me about her.

But my father made me become friends with her. For connectionsas always.

"The family business must come first."

I thought her mother made her become friends with me. That woman was clearly always fake. I knew damn well she was never nice.

But her daughter was different some how..

Sniffle..

"Stupid old man..ugh!".

He always saw me as a monster after mother had passed. He was right I was a monster.

I took pleasure seeing people in mental pain.

But even though I'm a monster..

A walking corpse..

I still get hurt.

I was in tears that day sobbing, I don't know why I was crying over something I already knew.

But I something in me snapped that made me break down the walls I unknowingly built.

Thats when I saw her.

Was it the tears that ruined my eye sight?

It was like a beautiful goddess suddenly appearing in front of me..

"What's wrong Melissa..? You're crying- oh my God your arm! It's bleeding a lot, we need to find a doctor quickly!"

"It's fine.. it's just a scratch it doesn't matter..-"

"No! I don't want to risk anything, let's go right now!"

She saw me as human. For the first time I didn't feel like a monster.

I thought the warm feeling in my chest was just me being amused.

So naturally I saw her as a doll.

She already did look like one to me. She was very pretty.

Was she even human?

My thoughts were going too fast for me to process..

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