Psychotic Love

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Psychotic Love    (Sadly Psychotic Love will be coming to an end very soon)

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My first day at college didn't turn out how I expected, I ended up crying from all the stares and whispers I was getting from the students in my class, even from my teachers who eyes held pity in them as they looked away from me.

The last year I had been kidnapped by the man named Tristan, who was officially dead, and I found he had a funeral and the only person that was there was his sister. I thought to myself, did the sister know what he had done to me? Even though I had no idea what happened when I was there, he had still kidnapped me still which is illegal.

The news went round quick that I was going to my first day at college and the second I entered it, a girl my age had broken down on her knees crying, once she looked up I sucked in a breath as my heart had quickened.

My best friend.

You could imagine what happened, I knelt down holding onto my best friend who was crying her eyes out to me, holding onto me tightly as if I was going to disappear.

She was loudly crying and she didn't care, her name was Anne and she was my closest friend, I would say she was a sister of mine.

It was almost a good long ten minutes later, that she let go of me but then only brought me back into a tight hug.

I embraced her hug, even though I was sad that she was crying, but I knew I would be in the same way if I remember what happened, the kidnapping, all the days that I had to deal with without my family and my friends.

But I was allowed home that day, I was picked up by my dad who had made sure to pick me right outside the large building.

I was in his car, my fingers tapped to the beat of the song that was playing quietly. It filled the silence in the car though.

''How was your first day?''

I cleared my throat, ''Rubbish. People were staring.''

Dad sighed as he shook his head, ''I really wished I could go back in time and stop the news reporters from spreading the news about you on T.V.''

I nodded my head, agreeing.

It felt weird that I couldn't remember anything that happened, since everyone around me was so upset about it, but I felt like I had only seen them yesterday the day I woke up in the hospital.

But I'm sure I didn't even want to remember all the things that happened, I shivered at the thought.

I shook my head quickly to snap myself out of it, I was going to start over thinking again.

''Do you want McDonalds?''

My eyes lit up as did my smile as I turned my head towards my dad, my eyes begging for it. ''Yes, please.'' I said politely.

He smiled, his wrinkles showing and I realized how much he was starting to age, he looked so much better now then when I first saw him in the hospital. He looked stressed, frustrated but yet relieved I was back.

But every night I could hear him and my mum talking, and he always sounded angry. All I got catch on was, 'He hurt my baby girl.'

It was months after the day I was found, and I honestly just wanted to forget about the whole thing and move on.

But I knew it was going to be hard for my family, as they had to deal with me being gone and they didn't know if I was dead or alive.

Imagine having your daughter being taken and she finally back in your arms, and then she's taken again. That is what a true heartache must feel like.

''To McDonalds then.''

After eating the delicious chips and burger, with my strawberry smoothie to the side, I excused myself to go to the toilet.

I pushed the door forward, and apologized once I bumped into a young woman who looked older then me.

We met eye contact, and to me she was a stranger, but to her she seemed to stare at me longer then usual.

Then she did something I wasn't expecting, she reached for my collar and pulled me roughly into the bathroom.

''You!'' She pointed towards me, as she finally let go of my collar once I slapped her hand away.

''Do I know you?'' I tried to see if I could remember her, but I had no idea who this woman was.

''Y-you don't remember?'' She cocked her head to the side, and I shook my head, saying no.

''I had an accident recently and memory loss, so I'm sorry if I knew you and we had a bad past or something, I'm sure we can put it behind us.'' My voice had a hint of confusion in it, since I had no idea what I was apologizing for.

The evil glint in her eye sparkled once we shook on it, I just hoped I never saw her again since she looked crazy.

Her eyes held such dullness, and it almost reminded me someone's eyes but I can't remember. That seemed to be my favorite sentence lately, ''I can't remember.''

She left the toilet quickly after, and I walked out after, not feeling like I need to use it anymore.

I furrowed my eyebrows and froze once the woman turned her head over her shoulder and smiled, but it wasn't a genuine and happy one, it held a promise of something bad. It was almost as if it was a psychopath who had just seen their next target.

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