Her Obsession

The End

The end is near.

I can tell.

I haven't been taking care of myself.

It's been a long time.

I don't remember how long it's been since Jake and I began living together.

A year or two or three I think.

My clothes have holes.

My hair is knotted and thin and raggedy.

My teeth are decaying.

My breath smells like death.

And my eyes.

They hurt me to look at.

I stopped wearing my glasses so I can't see myself anymore.

I'm going to be deleted soon.

I can tell.

Spots dance before my eyes.

I can't see in my peripheral vision. It's too blurry.

My head feels foggy.

My brain doesn't work.

Sometimes, I see things that aren't real.

But I don't mind.

I tell Jake all about it.

Sometimes he answers.

Sometimes he doesn't.

He tells me he loves me every morning and every night.

I love him too.

We kiss sometimes.

We hug often.

His clothes have holes.

Sometimes bugs crawl on him.

But he doesn't complain.

****

One morning, I woke up feeling more groggy than usual.

I thought nothing of it.

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.

A bug crawled across the cracked tile.

I could hear the rats running around on the floor.

Jake was already sitting in his chair, staring at me, smiling his forever smile.

He must want to have playtime.

I kicked the thin blanket off of my legs, spun around, and sat up.

Ohh...

My head hurt.

My stomach was cramping.

The room was spinning.

I looked around rapidly.

Large insect-like creatures with long, scraggly hair scurried around on the walls.

Was I hallucinating?

Was this real?

I don't know.

But I stumbled to my chair for playtime.

"Hello, Jake." I said.

"Hello." He replied.

I don't know how Jake talks. His lips never move. Words never come from his mouth. His replies just appear in the air like they were said seconds ago.

"How are you today, Jake?" I asked.

"I am good. How about you?"

"I'm feeling disoriented today. More than usual." I replied.

"Oh." Jake said.

I sighed.

I regretted sighing. My chest began to ache and the insect-like creatures grew larger.

"Do you see them?!" I screamed, pointing to the creatures on the wall.

"Yes" Jake said calmly.

"W-What are they?" I sputtered. My lips felt dry and my tongue felt too big for my mouth.

"They are your demons." Jake stood up.

"W-What?" I shrunk down in my chair.

"You deleted two people. And you're slowly killing yourself as well." Jake said.

I stood up. The insect-like creatures began crawling on the floor, towards me.

I began breathing heavily.

"Your demons will consume you." Jake said, his voice flat.

"They will tear you apart, piece by piece, and torture you for eternity." Jake looked me in the eyes.

"Goodbye." He said.

Then Jake disappeared.

The walls began fading out.

The floor began fading out.

The ceiling began fading out.

The table began fading out.

The chairs began fading out.

Everything disappeared.

Except for me.

And the demons.

****

I was floating in darkness.

My body felt weightless and heavy at the same time.

The demons floated through the nothingness, towards me.

Whenever they came close, they reached out their long, sticky, black fingers towards me.

Sometimes they touch my skin.

Their fingers feel like lit matches. They burn my body. I try to scream, I try to cry out, but no sound emits from me.

When they get closer, our faces touch.

Their faces are hotter than their fingers, and they burn me frequently.

Sometimes, their long, raggedy hair shifts out of their horrible face.

And I see their faces.

They're horrible.

Their skin is black and crinkly and dried up, like an aged prune. Their eyes are large and demonic. They have no nose. Their mouths are open, haunting, taunting laughter coming from between their barely-existent lips.

They torture me for eternity.

I'll never escape from them.

All because of...

My Obsession.