Unhinged / h.s.
01.
|Aurora|
Fire from Harry's lighter quickly burns my fingertip to a crisp as I hold it there in delight. The sharp pain is so satisfying, I just can't help but love the pain.
I am, to put simply, insane. Unhinged. Completely off my rocker. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt my feelings. There's nothing I haven't heard.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I keep my finger there for just a few more seconds. Pulling away, I admire my work as I observe the rest of my fingertips, which I had done beforehand.
"Simply delightful," I coo, holding my hand out to Harry.He kisses each finger gingerly, shooting a pain into my hand that I crave for too much.
"You're too fucking beautiful," He says, while taking my face in his hands. He tries to softly kiss me, but I shove my tongue down his throat. Harry is too soft for the things we do, the things I want us to do. Shame, really.
Getting bored, I pull away and stand up. We're in the shit hotel that Harry's mum is paying for. She doesn't know that I'm in the picture. Harry and I are both 19. I like to think I'm more dominant than he; probably because I am. I come from orphanage for teens, since I was left there in a shoebox shortly after birth. Karen, the lady who runs that shit-hole claims to know my my mother well, but I really don't fucking care. My dad.... I don't even know about him. All I care about are my drugs, my kills, and my boy.
Harry was raised pretty well - I'm not sure why he even does this shit. I mean half of the time he's hot as hell, but the other times, he's like a lost puppy that follows me everywhere. So, I decided to make him useful.
"What?!" He's eyes are popping out of his head at my new idea.
"It'll be fun. Neither of us like her." I insist, taking a long drag from the cigarette between my fingers.
"But to-" he pauses, going to a whisper - "kill her seems a bit extreme, love."
I roll my eyes and drop the cigarette out the window we're sitting by. It falls into the dark of the night. I watch it fall then turn to him. "You'll do it if you love me."
It gets him every time. He does love me. I, on the other hand, prefer not to feel anything at all. It saves time.
With one swift movement, I'm on his lap and he's sucking on my neck. Little whimpers escape my mouth before he comes up for air, saying, "I'm in."
I give him a sinister smile and pull his bottom lip between my teeth. "Tomorrow," I whisper, "is the day. Our day."
He nods and kisses me more, one could get use to this feeling.
Fire from Harry's lighter quickly burns my fingertip to a crisp as I hold it there in delight. The sharp pain is so satisfying, I just can't help but love the pain.
I am, to put simply, insane. Unhinged. Completely off my rocker. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt my feelings. There's nothing I haven't heard.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I keep my finger there for just a few more seconds. Pulling away, I admire my work as I observe the rest of my fingertips, which I had done beforehand.
"Simply delightful," I coo, holding my hand out to Harry.He kisses each finger gingerly, shooting a pain into my hand that I crave for too much.
"You're too fucking beautiful," He says, while taking my face in his hands. He tries to softly kiss me, but I shove my tongue down his throat. Harry is too soft for the things we do, the things I want us to do. Shame, really.
Getting bored, I pull away and stand up. We're in the shit hotel that Harry's mum is paying for. She doesn't know that I'm in the picture. Harry and I are both 19. I like to think I'm more dominant than he; probably because I am. I come from orphanage for teens, since I was left there in a shoebox shortly after birth. Karen, the lady who runs that shit-hole claims to know my my mother well, but I really don't fucking care. My dad.... I don't even know about him. All I care about are my drugs, my kills, and my boy.
Harry was raised pretty well - I'm not sure why he even does this shit. I mean half of the time he's hot as hell, but the other times, he's like a lost puppy that follows me everywhere. So, I decided to make him useful.
"What?!" He's eyes are popping out of his head at my new idea.
"It'll be fun. Neither of us like her." I insist, taking a long drag from the cigarette between my fingers.
"But to-" he pauses, going to a whisper - "kill her seems a bit extreme, love."
I roll my eyes and drop the cigarette out the window we're sitting by. It falls into the dark of the night. I watch it fall then turn to him. "You'll do it if you love me."
It gets him every time. He does love me. I, on the other hand, prefer not to feel anything at all. It saves time.
With one swift movement, I'm on his lap and he's sucking on my neck. Little whimpers escape my mouth before he comes up for air, saying, "I'm in."
I give him a sinister smile and pull his bottom lip between my teeth. "Tomorrow," I whisper, "is the day. Our day."
He nods and kisses me more, one could get use to this feeling.
Notes
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