Invisible

THE END

THE MONSTER ASKED THE GIRL SEVERAL QUESTIONS, why are you going out with him why do you like him what do you see in him do you love him?

The girl knew better than to answer with more than a shrug. He nodded at every gesture as if he understood. Imagine the girl as she got annoyed with him, would try to dismiss him in the nicest possible way.

Imagine the girl as me.

"I think you deserve better," the monster said, his hand pushing a stray strand of hair out of my eyes. I hated it when someone touched my hair... with a passion. I frowned.

And what would you know about that?

"Sure," I said, shifting away from him.

"You don't believe me, do you?" he asked.

Safe to say I didn't care. The only thing that was really running through my mind was why the hell was he asking me all of those questions.

He reached his hand toward me, clamped it around mine. My eyes widened, and when I looked up, his face was so close to mine, my heart nearly stopped.

Imagine the monster as Jeremy.

"You deserve me," he said. And before I knew it, his body was pressing onto me, so heavily I could barely breathe. I tried to scream but he covered my mouth, and somehow my lungs refused to work.

"Get off!" I managed to yell. He pulled his hand away from my mouth, shoved his mouth to mine. I kept screaming, his fist crashing into my sides, my stomach, my chest, my head. Only then, I gave up. Only then, I really couldn't breathe. Only then, I couldn't fight back. I knew it was over, could barely see what he was doing. But that didn't mean I couldn't feel everything.

And then he was inside of me, and everything turned black, blurred together. It was the last thing I ever wanted, a sweating, thrusting man over me and no voice to tell him to stop, not enough strength to push against him, his muscles, whatever was holding me down. I tried to think about all of the reasons why I could live through this, but he overwhelmed them all. Michelle, my mother, my grandfather... my boyfriend... Everything I loved and actually gave a damn about disappeared, and I was left with Jeremy, his heart pounding just as hard as mine, his hands sliding across me as if I were allowing it.

When he was finished, he told me he loved me, told me how beautiful I was.

"Tell me you love me back," he said. I closed my eyes, tears trying to make their way out, prove my pain. His hands tangled with my hair, a harsh pull. "Say it."

"I love you," I said. The worst possible thing I could have said to anyone. He kissed me one last time, rolled off of me.

"Good... Now he doesn't stand a chance."

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Imagine living in a horror movie...

Multiply it as many times as you can.

I don't think you'd last... At least, I know I didn't.

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Note: Don't let the title fool you ;)