Chapter 3

They just were.

She did it again; she kissed me. It scared me deeply.

Ounce again, she pushed my shoulders till I was sitting down. Her lips were on mine; instead of my throat drying up, it felt hollow. Like nothing was there, only a hollow tube that was attached to my head. Then it was over.

When I asked her about it the next day, she told me she was growing very fond of me. If she was too fond of me then she would never grant my last wish. I tried to talk her out of her fondness. She refused to listen to me. I was, as always, powerless against her. I couldn’t win. She was the only one who could grant my last wish, and he refused to let me have my end. I had already tried to annoy her into it, but she was hard to annoy. I had even asked nicely. I wanted to have a nice end and only she could grant it. Why was she refusing my wish? Oh, wait, I know why. Why would I ask such a stupid question of myself? She was very fond of me. So fond that my wish couldn’t be granted.

She was driving me insane. I couldn’t take it much longer. But every time I was about to crack from and so completely insane, she was able to do something that emptied my insanity so the cycle could start over again. It bothered me to know of all the control she had. I felt the power she had over me everyday. Every night I stayed up and tried to think of a plan to get her to hate me; to be willing to take my life. I had tried so many different things. Everything she had been able to resist. I was slowly running out of plans to use against her. She was wining her game while I was losing miserably.

She knew what she was doing. She was trying to make me rethink my wish, to take it back. To regret what I said I had wanted. I wasn’t going to give into her though. Not yet at least/ I was going to hold my ground against her. She was my enemy. And somehow, I had made my worst enemy fall in love with me. What type of cruel monster was I? Why had I made my worst enemy fall for me?

I asked her a number of times why she likes me so much. She just smiled and walked away, never once answering my question. I begged her to not love me anymore; every time my request my denied. She would look at me with her glassy eyes filled with a loving look and she would give me a loving sigh. She was still winning; getting closer to what she wanted.

She liked to read, all the time. Many days after school, I would sit with her in the library. She never could pick a spot in which she was comfortable; always changing positions. The librarians thought it was funny to watch her move positions all over the couch. I never moved from my chair. I would just sit there and watch her. After about an hour, she’d put her book away and tell me it was time to go.

The walks home were always quiet. I didn’t mind. Not one bit. Nor did she.

She said I acted like I was chained up. I never understood what she meant by that. It kept me up at night later than normal sometimes. I always questioned it right after she would say it. Whenever I would question her about it, she would smile and laugh. That made me even more confused. I guess she could see it on my face; it made her smile even larger.

After a while of knowing her, she started to invade my mind, long before she even became fond of me. I thought it was because she could grant my wish. I was wrong. I could tell you why, but you might have already guessed why, but you don’t get to know the truth until the end of the story.

Author's Note

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[Evan Kleve]

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