AddictionA Story by Alex
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Lydia looked over at the beautiful creature tangled in the sheets. There were so many things that she wanted to say to him. How she’s always wanted him. How she’s always needed him. How he will forever have her heart. But she couldn’t utter a word. She knew she must hurt him. It was the only way to save him. One day, he’ll understand that she was no good. One day, he’ll understand that he could never survive in her world. And that it was impossible for her to leave it. So she laid down beside him and traced the contours of his imperfect body for the last time. He stirred slightly, but did not wake. Inhaling deeply, she breathed in his musky-sweet scent, still strong after early morning lovemaking, then quietly stood up and began getting dressed. Her footsteps echoed as she entered the deserted public restroom. Once at the counter, Lydia removed the small black leather pouch from her purse and began to empty the contents. She did this ever so slowly, delaying the pleasure and the pain until the last possible moment. Finally, she could stand it no longer and rolled up the left sleeve of her blouse. Rubber band in place, Lydia brought the cold thin metal of the needle to her arm, and with a slight push, let it slide into her skin like softened butter. As she removed the band, a surge of hot poison filled her veins. And Lydia knew, now more than ever, that she could never let go of this ecstasy-filled nightmare. © 2008 AlexAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 9, 2008 Last Updated on June 9, 2008 AuthorAlexSilverhill, ALAboutI'm Alex. I like to write. I write about however I'm feeling at the moment. There's a reason and a story behind everything written here. Ask me about it. I'd love to talk to you. I'd love to know you... more..Writing
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