Insanity Chapter 3
Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait guys. You know with moving and starting school and all I haven't had time to write. But it's around my favorite holiday, Halloween and it's just around the corner kiddies! Which means you all need your daily dosage of horror! Of coarse I of all people must provide such things! Here we go with the next chapter; I want to thank the lovely genre of METAL for giving my physcotic ideas and always fueling my need for blood.
Chapter Three-Ghost Flowers
They gave me a damn mental hospital outfit today. It has a number and my name on it. Great, I'm a number. I see Hichigo today, again and it's easier this time.
He hugs me, and I can tell….he was with someone before me. I ask who and much to my dismay he doesn't tell me. Probably that god damned Renji…god I hate him.
Grimmjow and me…I think there's something there. He makes me happy, almost as happy as I am when I killed people. He always is kind…and seems to live to hear what I have to say. I write a lot these days, mostly poetry or lyrics to songs and he always has me read them to him.
"Read it…please Ichigo?" he asks, sitting and looking thoughtfully at me from his bed.
I study him for a long time, before giving a defeated sigh and nod. "Fine." I hiss in almost an icey voice which only makes him smirk. I take a deep breath as I flip to the newest words I've scribbled down in my now private journal because I refuse to hand it over to anyone besides Grimmjow.
"Bleed Black Hate Lovely," I start out, nice and smooth and he watched intently as always. "Cut me open, bleed me dry, bleed my of my black hate lovely. Thrash against me, in the night. Burry me in black hate lovely. Let the blood drip, and let it dry. Dry me of my black hate baby. Cry to me, wish I die. Bleed Black Hate Lovely." I finish, and set the journal down on my pillow.
There's a long silence, and I'm almost expecting him to laugh. But instead, he smiled warmly at me and I allow a blush to rise against my cheeks making them a soft pink.
"I liked it. Short but nice." He replies, as if reading my mind and I feel him.
I feel him moving closer. Closer. Closer. And then
Warm lips against my own.
"Ichigo…how do you do it?" he asks, eyes half lidded as I look up at him with eyeliner smeared eyes.
"Do what…?" I challenge his question, out lips meeting again if only for a moment as I feel myself starting to become dizzy and my mound clouded with the moment. I know after I left I'd probably never see him again, so I decided to make the most of our 'relationship'.
"Your poetry silly…it's great…" I felt stupid for not realizing what he meant, and I wrapped my arms around his neck feeling our chests press together. I smirk as he blushes slightly, our lips coming closer by the second.
"Well…I'm just creative I guess. I write how I feel…." My legs wrap around his waist as I find my back colliding with the softness of my bed. Our lips come together, closing the small gap that was lingering with the hotness of our breath.
"Mmm…Wish I could do that…" he mumbled against my lips, watching me squirm with desire under him. What can I say? The guy makes me feel special.
Hours past, words were said, touches were made and regrets were etched into my brain.
Why him?
I barley knew the guy.
And I gave it all away to him.
Because he made me fucking feel special.
Hichigo
He made me feel special too
Why couldn't I just stick to him?
Wait
It's all his fault I'm even in this mess.
Fuck it all.