Day 1, January 9th 11:01
"Baby," he said, his pulse rising and heart panicking, "What do you mean by 'I just want to be gone from this place'? Are you okay?" Silence echoed on the phone, he could hear her inhale and exhale. He relied on these faint noises to ensure her safety.
"You just don't understand, Mark, I'm not the person you fell in love with. I've lost touch with reality, and I'm the shell of the girl you thought you knew. I just want to be free of this Earth. You need to leave me, it's for your own good." She was sitting in the corner of her room, flicking her lighter on and off, watching the flame quickly spark and eradicate just as fast. She hadn't smoked a day in her life, but she felt comfort in the ability to control something.
"I'll always love you, Estella, no matter what you say, and I'm not leaving you. I couldn't do that to you." Although he did feel sympathy for his girlfriend, he also felt that after a year of depression, Estella could be doing something to improve her life. He had tried numerous times to make her life better. His inner vices, however, caused her more pain than he could've imagined. Lust, the animal inside of him, consumed their time together. At first, Estella didn't mind the physical aspect of their relationship, she was excited by the newness of love and the passion behind the romance.
"I can't talk any longer, I have to go."
"Okay, I love you."
"Sweet dreams."
"You won't say I love you back?"
-click-
Mark launched his phone across his room, frustration overwhelmed his heart, while thoughts scurried across mind like cockroaches in an abandoned shack.
Estella set her phone on her floor, clutching her lighter close to her body, it was the last thing bringing her light in her dark room. She didn't know why she had given up, but accepted the fact that she did, and that her relationship with Mark had to end. She didn't want to be a doll anymore, her depression was exemplified by his cravings for sex. The imperfections in her personality broke her, her porcelain complexion separated by tears.
"Baby," he said, his pulse rising and heart panicking, "What do you mean by 'I just want to be gone from this place'? Are you okay?" Silence echoed on the phone, he could hear her inhale and exhale. He relied on these faint noises to ensure her safety.
"You just don't understand, Mark, I'm not the person you fell in love with. I've lost touch with reality, and I'm the shell of the girl you thought you knew. I just want to be free of this Earth. You need to leave me, it's for your own good." She was sitting in the corner of her room, flicking her lighter on and off, watching the flame quickly spark and eradicate just as fast. She hadn't smoked a day in her life, but she felt comfort in the ability to control something.
"I'll always love you, Estella, no matter what you say, and I'm not leaving you. I couldn't do that to you." Although he did feel sympathy for his girlfriend, he also felt that after a year of depression, Estella could be doing something to improve her life. He had tried numerous times to make her life better. His inner vices, however, caused her more pain than he could've imagined. Lust, the animal inside of him, consumed their time together. At first, Estella didn't mind the physical aspect of their relationship, she was excited by the newness of love and the passion behind the romance.
"I can't talk any longer, I have to go."
"Okay, I love you."
"Sweet dreams."
"You won't say I love you back?"
-click-
Mark launched his phone across his room, frustration overwhelmed his heart, while thoughts scurried across mind like cockroaches in an abandoned shack.
Estella set her phone on her floor, clutching her lighter close to her body, it was the last thing bringing her light in her dark room. She didn't know why she had given up, but accepted the fact that she did, and that her relationship with Mark had to end. She didn't want to be a doll anymore, her depression was exemplified by his cravings for sex. The imperfections in her personality broke her, her porcelain complexion separated by tears.
