It burns...the cuts of searing pain that give me so much pleasure,such a rush of adrenaline..I lean against the wall and slide down it to a sitting positon and savor this moment..Closing my eyes I remember...
There she is..Isobel at age five..I loved that little girl with her curls of red and her shining green eyes..I loved her then in a way I would regret forever and always...I watched her though she didnt realize it..I watched her grow from a gangly preteen to the voluptous beauty she is today..a fresh girl of seventeen...Another one I could add to The Collection..Her rose colored lips would look very nice with my attire..very nice..They keep trying to keep me away from her..but every day I get closer...everyday she confides more in me...and nothing will keep us apart.