"Marisa, Just leave me alone," wept Xavier. "I’ll do anything. Please just stop." Bulbous tears plummeted rapidly forming a shallow pool in his lap. He knelt on his knees, with his head hung low almost as if he had been partially decapitated.
A lofty voice permeated the air. This wicked whisper announced, "Baby I love you. I’ll never leave you all alone. We need each other. Remember what you said?" a cackle emanated from Marisa, who was circling Xavier in a shark like motion.
"If you stop this…I’ll…. I’ll…. turn myself in. F-f-f-f-for real. I s-s-swear," he pleaded as his voice quivered. His head bobbed as he struggled to take deep breaths. Forcing out the words, he dug his nails into his hands trying to keep a grip on reality. Marisa’s spiral glide abruptly stopped in front of Xavier. She twisted around as to face him, knelt, extended her pale stiff left hand and grabbed his chin. He slightly resisted as she raised his face to meet her gazed. Upon visual contact, Xavier’s pupils dilated as the rest of the color in his body drained away. He gasped. Then sputtered out a miniscule almost inaudible squeal. Marisa’s face was nothing like before he had hurt her two weeks ago. Her rich mahogany hair was grimy and dull. Her golden skin used to glow with warmth, but a sallow cracked completion replaced it. Her sparkling mocha eyes were now sunken and black as obsidian. These hollow holes gleamed in the moonlight that slipped in through Xavier’s bedroom window.
"Babe I don’t want you sent away, especially because of me. I want to collect on your promise. It’s the least that I deserve after what you did to me. Remember what you promised me?" A large deranged grin spread like an endless chasm, across her inhuman face. "You promised…yourself to me...Forever"
She closed her eyes and leaned forward slowly puckering her peeling blue lips. Xavier’s eyes bulged as he tried to struggle, but he was paralyzed.
He abruptly sat straight up on his bed panting and screaming out "MARISA." His mother bolted into his room and cradled him.
"Honey, they’ll find Marisa. Whoever took her will be caught, and then we can all get back to our lives."
Xavier stared blankly at the wall, as his mother rocked him. He spoke in a small whisper endlessly repeating, "Marisa." A month later, his parents placed him in a sanitarium. It was a week before his 17th birthday. He’s 21 now but no one visits anymore. Well as far as the nurses document, for they only see a deranged young man, not his dedicated companion.
A lofty voice permeated the air. This wicked whisper announced, "Baby I love you. I’ll never leave you all alone. We need each other. Remember what you said?" a cackle emanated from Marisa, who was circling Xavier in a shark like motion.
"If you stop this…I’ll…. I’ll…. turn myself in. F-f-f-f-for real. I s-s-swear," he pleaded as his voice quivered. His head bobbed as he struggled to take deep breaths. Forcing out the words, he dug his nails into his hands trying to keep a grip on reality. Marisa’s spiral glide abruptly stopped in front of Xavier. She twisted around as to face him, knelt, extended her pale stiff left hand and grabbed his chin. He slightly resisted as she raised his face to meet her gazed. Upon visual contact, Xavier’s pupils dilated as the rest of the color in his body drained away. He gasped. Then sputtered out a miniscule almost inaudible squeal. Marisa’s face was nothing like before he had hurt her two weeks ago. Her rich mahogany hair was grimy and dull. Her golden skin used to glow with warmth, but a sallow cracked completion replaced it. Her sparkling mocha eyes were now sunken and black as obsidian. These hollow holes gleamed in the moonlight that slipped in through Xavier’s bedroom window.
"Babe I don’t want you sent away, especially because of me. I want to collect on your promise. It’s the least that I deserve after what you did to me. Remember what you promised me?" A large deranged grin spread like an endless chasm, across her inhuman face. "You promised…yourself to me...Forever"
She closed her eyes and leaned forward slowly puckering her peeling blue lips. Xavier’s eyes bulged as he tried to struggle, but he was paralyzed.
He abruptly sat straight up on his bed panting and screaming out "MARISA." His mother bolted into his room and cradled him.
"Honey, they’ll find Marisa. Whoever took her will be caught, and then we can all get back to our lives."
Xavier stared blankly at the wall, as his mother rocked him. He spoke in a small whisper endlessly repeating, "Marisa." A month later, his parents placed him in a sanitarium. It was a week before his 17th birthday. He’s 21 now but no one visits anymore. Well as far as the nurses document, for they only see a deranged young man, not his dedicated companion.
