OBSESSED

Villian Grenova, the most popular girl in Westfield high school, was my unhealthy obsession. At the age of fourteen, I was a weak insecure girl, watching another girl get famous and talked about a lot. I had indulged in all of her activities, stared at her beauty quite often and shared everything she posted. At the age of fifteen, my insecurity faded into a deep depression where I hung up photos among photos of the universe queen, had the deep brown locks of her hair that she has given to charity. At the age of sixteen, I laid on the tub, sobbing on my bad rattled skin while she had the most perfect skin. I cried for my insecurities and prayed to god to make me feel pretty, like her. Beauty is in the depths of your soul, Castielle, you don't have to be like her to be yourself. My mother's words made me feel a bit better but nothing could stop the underlying obsession I had with that girl who had everything while I was a void insecure mess. At the age of seventeen, which was now, I vowed to strength; my chapped lips and grey eyes begged for prettiness, begged for life again. I was into that Miss popular and now, my obsession craved for her. She felt that. Villian Grenova did not turn a cheek when she knew that I had stalked her, she made fun of me in school, she posted about me being a lesbian lover and that she was very glad that she bullied me in all the year classes she had been with me. That only added salt to my obsession and I was a monstrous flood that could end Villian Grenova, I could wear her over me. I stared at the mirror for long hours and I saw the devil, I saw his hands reaching for the scissors and cut my long beach blonde waves to my shoulders, only it was by my own hands. Villian Grenova had my crushes, dated everyone to spite me and I loved it because she was oblivious to the fact that the devil was on my side this time and she could not run for her life. I would be her then. Wearing her skin, her hair, her facial features and her body, I would possess her until she had no life. Instead of her name, she would have mine. I would have her green eyes and brown locks, I would have everything I needed. Beauty. I would be prettier, softer and more awake. They would all regret bullying me when they see the famous Villian possessed by my soul and haunted forever. My long life obsession claimed her and she was not going to escape from my clutches that was scarred by her softness and beauty. I would be beautiful like she and I would not stop until I had her face. I was a different reflection of myself, I didn't like my grey dimmed eyes and I never had any infatuation with my fat body, I didn't like the skin I wore and certainly not my hair either. My small hands could do mountains from how strong they were to cut my hair, I was different and Villian would feel it too when I would go to school tomorrow. "Oh my god." My mom shrieked at the loss of my hair and my red eyes, she shockingly grasps the phone in her hand and called the ambulance at the dizzy state I was in. "Hello," my red eyes glowed harder at her, making her eyes widen in fear, "dear mother." She tried to speak when the police talked to her on the phone but to no avail. The surprised face in front of me, the demonic daughter, scared her to her core. At first, she thought that I had a slight envy at the golden girl in my school, she didn't think it would go very bad, she thought it was a teenage thing where girls simply got jealous. But seeing me with a very heavy obsession when I usually hung up her pictures at age of fifteen, she had gone crazy and sent me to therapy. It would not work because it was something that had only grown bigger. There was no escape from the dark obsession I had and the possessiveness that controlled my body, she was that one victim I wanted and I would promise that she wouldn't come back alive after I wore her identity over mine. My hand veins were ugly and the system that I had inside of me was a malfunction, I wanted the silky smooth skin she had, the long brown locks and her slim body, I would quench my thirst and possess all these traits that she had to myself. Tomorrow was the start of the bright new Villian Grenova and no mother's fear could stop me from taking the soul out of her body.