PSYCHOPATH

NO OTHER WILL

Crystal stared so hard at the last letter she received from Mikel the love of her everyday life.

The tears flowed easily, and they were as hot like they passed through a place of burning intense fire. Every drop of the tears on her skin made her cringe, yet she couldn't just hold back, neither could she stop.

It's her tenth read as she sat on a bare floor, she needed the cold floor to calm her raging blood. Over and over she would slap herself like she committed the worse sin. Even her brain was there to beat her mentally, while her heart ached over and over, it felt like she might have an heart attack.

Soaked in tears, wallowing in self pity and anguish. She wished so desperately for the pain to stop . She wanted to die, yet she cannot.

Again she picked the letter and this time she read out loud:

" To the star of my life,

To the woman behind my smile

To my own angel made by the Sky dad

To that one person that makes my heart beat wild, I just cannot stop expressing how much my heart aches for you. I cannot wait to be right in your arms while I whisper my sweet nothings while being entangled in a sweet wave of passion.

Your love

kisses

It was short yet it created an awakening within my soul, that kind that makes you hold on to the sheets so tight while you fantasize about all those sweaty times together.

He was a man that loved so hard and expressed himself so freely, he was not a fan of letters yet he wrote over and over because he knows just what she wants.

She laughed out loud like a crazy lunatic. She imagined being right in the middle of the road while a big truck goes through her to end her pain.

Eyes as red like that of a bulb, she sniffed again and again like she was high on a dose.

She must have had a flashback when she froze right in her spot as she remembered how she saw him in a position that tore her heart right out of her chest.

It was a sunny afternoon on a bright day and she just got out of work.She met her Muse the previous day, that's the name she calls him. It was a pet name that he loved as much as he loved her.

They both were out the night before with a few friends and it was all fun until the atmosphere changed like an unstable weather. A message popped up on his screen and it had a love emoji.

She peeped right in while he picked his phone and pocketed it like it was an abomination she must avoid. He had a look that wasn't readable.

She wondered what went wrong for they never had boundaries when it comes to their phones, yet here he is hiding his phone like she was going to steal it.

She remained calm for the rest of the evening while she sipped from her cup of pineapple juice.

The evening finally ended and they were finally alone, she tried raising the phone issue from before as calmly as she could. He was all dismissive while he accused her of invading his privacy over and over.

" but, our phones aren't private, why are you sounding like this"? she asked

He was all quiet, he left her sitting just where she was and he walked right to the car park and drove off.

Shocking, Shaking, was an understatement, she honestly did not know where it went wrong.Maybe just maybe he had a bad day she reasoned.

So she decided to make it right up to him the following day. Right after work , she dismissed her feeling of extreme tiredness, she just wanted to be there with him, she hated the silence.

On her way she got his favorite pack of chips, while she whistled on and on while she drove to his house.

Finally, there was the house right in front of her, she packed her car and off she went with her key to his apartment. He gave her one after a year of dating.

She decided to go through the kitchen, she didn't want to ruin her own surprise.

Quietly she creeped into the apartment while she headed towards the stairs. Tiptoed quietly she did, and right there was the room they shared in sight.

She raised her knuckles to knock when she heard a muffled sound, her heart skipped a beat for she thought he must be in pain. She opened the door and right in front of her was her Muse in the middle of a woman, inspiring her while holding her legs right up while he smashed her just the way he did to her.

" You are my Star" she heard him say, those were the exact words he whispered in her ears while they made love.

Her heart must have frozen right on the spot, a force must have dragged her right out of the room for she found herself right in front of her car and she was on her way home with the speed of light.

Her legs were shaking like she had a fit of seizure, she dragged herself right into bed and she must have slept off for she woke up with an awful headache with the sun right in her face.

The flashback hurt as much as the first time. She winced in pain yet she raised her head high and up she stood while she walked to her mirror stand.

She washed her face and she smiled at the mirror, then she dragged out the second drawer and there it was, an hammer stained with blood and a wig that looked like it was yanked off the head of a woman.

She smiled at the mirror again and this time she remembered just how she cried her way out of his house after hitting him and his lover over and over again with an hammer.

She could remember the look of horror of his face and the last words he must have heard was "no one will".