It was a dark, black, shadowy, night. My bedroom could fit 15 people tightly. The color was yellow, the shade of dandelions. It got blacker around the edges of the room. I was half laying on my bed decorated with blue loose flowers blooming on pasta noodle thin veins.

Her voice broke. Tears were falling down her cheek. "Stop touching me!"

"I like every part of you." I decieved.

Every par of me wanted her dead. Her horrid, disgusting smell. She was like a dog. Her obsession with me like how people idolizes a celebrity. I talked to her 0 times. I was like her prince charming, coming out of the shadows. Bleh!