Forbidden Dreams
She'd been his blonde angel. He wanted her back at any cost. They'd been in a few classes at the same college and had coffee a few times together at the student lounge. She'd always been nice to him, unlike the others who stayed away.
He'd grabbed her arm once and fear had replaced the smile in her eyes. She didn't talk to him anymore and her friends weren't his. The voices in his head kept telling him to go after her and make her change it.
Love. Obsession. Forbidden dreams.
He knew where she studied and knew where she lived, as he'd followed her enough times to find out. He loved her as he'd never loved before, but since he tried to grab her and make her come with him, she was afraid of him. He knew he'd screwed up again. He saw her with her boyfriend around the college; the one he'd hoped to be. He was going to fix this.
Love. Obsession. Forbidden Dreams.
He followed her home that night to her little apartment off-campus. He took flowers; blood-red roses and knocked on her door. She peeked through the peekhole and wouldn't let him in. That did it. He lost it and really didn't remember too much after that.
He knew he was in a prison cell. He knew he'd done something bad, but couldn't remember what and the voices wouldn't tell him. He loved her with all his heart and had only wanted to make her realize it. As the detective came to get him for questioning, he asked about her. "You don't remember?", Mr. Detective asked in shocked amazement. "She's in the hospital; trying to recover from the beating she took at your hands when you forced your way into the apartment."
"Noooooo." he thought, but the voices laughed. Two lives were changed forever that night, because of love, obsession and Forbidden Dreams.
mn - 2007


Comments: 18
This is interesting. The repetition of FORBIDDEN DREAMS layers the images of foreboding.
Great job!
Stalking at its worst, with consequences.
JoAnne - I don't know if there is a word requirement, but I think it can be pretty short. The people to ask would be Monica or Kathryn :)
If I'm listening to music at the same time, it's the opposite, I'm listening and not thinking --- and write nothing! :)