Her Obsession

Playing

I had taken the small red wagon from the corner of Jake's sister's room, put Jake in it, pulled a thick blanket over his lifeless body, gathered my things, and quickly pulled him out the door, which easily unlocked from the inside.

I took the darker, backroads of town so no one saw me, and after walking for a while, I had arrived at the trailer. There was no one home, as usual. Thank God.

It took a lot of effort, but I pulled the wagon up the rickety, bumpy steps, down the hall, and into my room.

I removed the blanket.

He was still handsome.

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We were having playtime now.

I love playtime.

I pulled a card table and two chairs into my room.

I sat in one chair, and Jake sat in the other.

We both had glasses of water.

I had pulled one of my father's old nice shirts over his t-shirt. He looked fancy.

I put on a nice dress.

We had playtime.

We talked about our day, about how much we love each other, and how smart I was for pulling off my plan.

Now, he couldn't run.

He couldn't hide.

He couldn't insult me.

He couldn't scream.

He had to do as I say.

He was like a giant doll.

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The only thing I hated about Jake was that when he was deleted, he was frowning.

I wanted to see him smile.

So, I took out a spool of black thread and a needle.

I sewed up the corners of his mouth.

Now, he's always happy.

Always smiling.

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I've stopped going to school.

I've stopped caring about my appearance.

I haven't had a shower in weeks.

I don't remember the last time I've brushed my teeth or my hair or changed my clothes.

I stay in my fancy dress because we love to have playtime frequently.

The food I stole from Jake's house has ran out.

I don't think I've eaten in days.

I feel disgusting and pained and sluggish.

But I hide it behind a smile.

For Jake.

For my boyfriend.

My baby.

My senpai.

My obsession.