Deirdre
It was 3:00 AM and he had a cigarette pursed against his lips. The bright light illuminating from his iPhone screen irritated his swollen bloodshot eyes as he stared at the image on his screen.
Deirdre.
She was standing next to him with her head against the crook of his neck. She was his sleepless nights, the voice in his ear that told him to drown in endless nights of binge eating and alcohol drinking. She was his favourite game.
Managarm straighten in his bed. He could sense her presence. He could hear her eerie voice hissing in his ear. Her voice was so seductive and alluring he found himself walking to her hiding place. He popped the cap off a bottle of wine and began to gulp down the liquid. He felt her run her slender …show more content…
He placed a single finger into the water and snatched his hand back at the intense heat that ran up his finger. ''Perfect'' he thought to himself. '' The hotter the water the faster the blood will be released.'' He stripped and shivered as a sudden cold breeze entered the room. She was here; he could feel her resting her head in the crook of his neck. Managarm gulped down the lump that was beginning to form at the back of his neck. Tears had started to stream down his face as he sunk into the bath tub and allowed the silver water to burn away at his flesh. The water gripped at his skin, twisting and stinging. He pressed his favourite blade against his skin and began to harshly slide the blade against his wrist. He felt the thick blood glide gracefully against his body. He sat back and listened to the tip tap of the droplets of water that the tap released. He watched his scarlet diffuse with silver water until he could see the Morrigan- in her crow form -perched against the edge of the bath tub. He looked the Morrigan directly in the eye as if he could somehow see a gateway through her eyes. Her wings wrapped around him and with the grating coo of the Morrigan he was finally
It was 3:00 AM and he had a cigarette pursed against his lips. The bright light illuminating from his iPhone screen irritated his swollen bloodshot eyes as he stared at the image on his screen.
Deirdre.
She was standing next to him with her head against the crook of his neck. She was his sleepless nights, the voice in his ear that told him to drown in endless nights of binge eating and alcohol drinking. She was his favourite game.
Managarm straighten in his bed. He could sense her presence. He could hear her eerie voice hissing in his ear. Her voice was so seductive and alluring he found himself walking to her hiding place. He popped the cap off a bottle of wine and began to gulp down the liquid. He felt her run her slender …show more content…
He placed a single finger into the water and snatched his hand back at the intense heat that ran up his finger. ''Perfect'' he thought to himself. '' The hotter the water the faster the blood will be released.'' He stripped and shivered as a sudden cold breeze entered the room. She was here; he could feel her resting her head in the crook of his neck. Managarm gulped down the lump that was beginning to form at the back of his neck. Tears had started to stream down his face as he sunk into the bath tub and allowed the silver water to burn away at his flesh. The water gripped at his skin, twisting and stinging. He pressed his favourite blade against his skin and began to harshly slide the blade against his wrist. He felt the thick blood glide gracefully against his body. He sat back and listened to the tip tap of the droplets of water that the tap released. He watched his scarlet diffuse with silver water until he could see the Morrigan- in her crow form -perched against the edge of the bath tub. He looked the Morrigan directly in the eye as if he could somehow see a gateway through her eyes. Her wings wrapped around him and with the grating coo of the Morrigan he was finally