It was routine now. Every night, Ally would just lie awake on her bed and make stories in her head. Sometimes those stories would be realistic and mundane. Other times it would be stories that made her a heroine that saved the day. One detail was the same in all of her stories; she was never alone. Be it a significant other, an accomplice, or friend, someone was always by her side.

"You force me to show you the extent of what you expect. You expect me to be crazy, so here, I kill. Here, I will shed blood, so I can get my words out. Here, I tell you, I loved him too. Why I killed him, you would ask. Why did we try to beat each other to death? Well, this is our only way of escape."

You can be so oblivious sometimes. It didn't matter to me of how you hated my appearance, how you seemed to have forget our past together. It's okay though, because I still give you my all. Everything I own, even me, it's all for you.