He watched the lifeless body intently, as if the cold stare in his dark brown eyes could make her come back. Regret coursed through the veins of his anxiety filled body. Now that the voice was gone and he was once again conscience of everything surrounding him, he had now realized what his hands have done. He took someone's life away from them. Left them breathless. He'll never hear the glorious sound of her laughter again. Never feel her touch against his. The only thing he'll have lastly to remember of his fiancé was the fact that her blood stained their carpets. His eyes were strained from the crying he had done throughout the late night hours. His hands were painted in thick, red, liquid. His breathing would pick up and die down every now and again as everything replayed in that very vague head of his.
It was a perfectly beautiful evening. He had just come home to his beautiful fiancé and with a smile on her face, she greeted him lovingly. As the hours passed and silence consumed the area around him, his mind began to wander into the deep, negatives. It was like an abyss. When he's deep enough to hear that voice, there's no turning back until she has given the say so. Her voice had cluttered his mind with unpleasant thoughts about the woman he was soon to marry in just three weeks. The claims consisted of lying, deceitfulness, and of course, cheating. She was working against him and in the long run, would destroy him if he did nothing about it first. She spiraled the beautiful thoughts and laughter he had with his woman into unfaithfulness and ultimately, murder.
Travis stared blankly at the white wall that was splattered with blood. He was cold to the touch; emotionless and empty. Out of all the years that he has encountered horrible behaviors with this voice being the prime factor, it has never went as far as murder.
That immediately captured his attention, causing him to blink for the first time in three minutes. Her voice filled his ears so coherently. It was soft and calm. This was extremely hard to understand, especially under such circumstances. He was angered at this moment but didn't exactly know where to direct his strong hatred. What is he going to do? Punch himself in the temple? Remaining seated, he lost himself in his mixture of emotions once again. His dark eyes settled on the wall once again, causing them to just focus on the bland color and somehow take his mind off of everything that's going on around him. The neighborhood was quiet and due to Sydney being surprised by her sudden fate, the screams couldn't leave her throat fast enough at the late hour of 2:38 in the morning. Slowly, his eyes began to water again before eventually pouring over and sliding down his light complexioned cheek.
The repeating of that stupid idea caused Travis to shake with irritation. Her malicious ideas are going to be the death of him and at this moment, he sees that as the best idea right now. The bloody knife that had all the evidence on it was now in his hand once again. He's been through this before; cutting to ease the pain and just hoping to slice a vein. This time when he went to go anywhere that could make the process quick, he couldn't. Something stopped him. Fear stopped him. He couldn't build up enough hatred for himself to sit here and end his life voluntarily. He threw the knife down before throwing his head back onto the chair.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Travis yelled loud enough for the corpses anywhere to hear clearly. His jaw clenched hard enough for his toned face to adapt to the structure. By this point, this stupid thing that has been mentally haunting him has made him livid. It kept popping up and leaving him in a horrible situation. This particular predicament though, was a new low and he doesn't know what to do anymore. A maleficent laughter filled his ears before the voice huffed out a sigh. He could feel himself losing more and more each day to this thing. He could sense the fact that she knew that he couldn't survive without her. The only thing that gave him faith was the satisfaction of one day living without this inanimate sound, thing?
"Leave, right now, Travis." Her orders came stern, as though if he didn't exactly listen to what she's saying, she'd do something spiteful. There couldn't be anything else she could possibly do. Travis has dropped so low, his rock bottom is looking like heaven. He doesn't even know exactly why, but he trembles with fear at this thing that causes him to do inhumane things such as murder the love of his life.
"You have to leave before they find you."
He dreaded the fact that he was serious contemplating leaving. Travis knows who they are and he knows what they'll do if they find him. Not only that, but he also knows that he's the first name that's going to pop up when suspensions begin to rise. "I'm so sorry, Syd," he cried, pecking one last kiss of sincerity on the cold lips of his lost life love. He stood from his kneeling position that was slightly atop his dead lover and rushed up the stairs to gather a supply bag for this trip that he didn't have planned.
"That's more like it," said the woman, her menacing vocals causing a discombobulated Travis the shudder in defeat. She won completely tonight. The woman of his life is now dead, thanks to her; and he's about to go on a journey that has no definite destination because of her. He's about to be trapped and stranded with his controlled mind. "Now, all you have to do is listen to me and everything will be fine. I promise."
He didn’t want to respond. A pounding head and a maleficent woman was his distractions for the time being. He wanted to throw up from the anxiety of ever being caught. He wanted to end everything at this very moment, but couldn’t. Although many questions raced through his extremely cluttered mind, the one that really stood out the most that pertained to his future from now on was: where exactly does she plan on taking me? He obviously still hasn’t figured himself out, let alone his mindful partner. If he had any control, his lover would still be alive, plastering kisses on his golden complexion. Travis stood in the walk in closet, just looking at all the outfits he’s ever bought for himself and the woman that’s downstairs lifeless. He was in denial at the whole thing. There was no way he could have done such a horrid thing. Especially since occasionally he’d black out.
“We really need to make this quick, Travis.” His lips curved into a sly smirk. He was finding it a little enjoyable that she was speaking as though she would be the one criticized by the public, thrown away under a jail, having to deal with that fact that the only thing that will ever be seen again if caught was the rusted metal bars covered in regret and disappointment. Once the smirk disappeared, a jaw clench reemerged.
“Shut the fuck up,” he repeated. Travis knew for a fact that this voice could in fact hear him. There were many lonely nights where they’d legit sit in an empty room and have conversations. Travis knew he wasn’t normal, but when he would just sit back and talk to the wall was when it became definite that he would forever be proclaimed as ‘crazy.’ The woman living within his temple was a firecracker to say the least.
She was feisty, judgmental, and strong headed. She’d be quick to curse him out over the little things he would do wrong. Every time he would talk to someone new, she’d already have their persona and qualifications down, informing the young man of everything bad about the person before his little naïve eyes. The things she said about his partner before were just horrible. He found a duffle bag that was just lying down on the wooden floors and began filling it with some extra clothing he’d need over the few past days until he gets somewhere. The young man packed mostly sweats and loosely fitting t-shirts. Once that was complete, he traveled down to the kitchen with the bag in hand and stuffed some extra spaces with quick, handy snacks for the journey.
Due to this woman telling him not to invest all of his money into a bank, he had a secret stash hidden deep into the back of the cabinets that were above the microwave that his woman’s short frame couldn’t get to, even with a chair from the dining room table. Travis dragged a chair to the spot before placing his tall figure onto it, reaching his long arm into the cabinet and gripping the rubber band gripped $10,000. Stuffing the one hundred $100 bills into the duffle bag also, Travis mentally accepted the fact that he was about to leave everything he’s ever loved in this state.
“Hurry up.” Travis’ hand balled tightly into a clenched fist before he realized that there was no one he could physically hit. Hopping down from the chair, he left it in its spot before retrieving his phone from the dining room table. His car keys along with his house key were in hand. Travis bit his lip disapprovingly before shaking his head in the same manner at his actions. The door was now opened, giving him access to his new life. With the key to his old home, he locked the door as if everything on the inside was fine and dandy.
The soft spring breeze flew past him soothingly, wrapping his tense muscles in a cooling coat but it didn’t help. He was still very hurt and knew that this will forever haunt him. Entering his vehicle, he threw the black duffle bag in the passenger seat before plugging his phone up onto the mobile charger and inserting his key into the ignition. With his foot on the gas, he began on his much unexpected adventure. Travis couldn’t think properly. He felt numb to the core.
The streets were less lively than usual, as a result of the late timing. He didn’t know where exactly he was going. Basically, he was just driving to get away without having a destination to go to. He was leaving his life in Florida for what precisely?
“Everything from now on will be paid in cash and cash only. If you don’t have money for it, it isn’t an essential. If you see any news reports, just ignore it. What we’re doing tonight is driving to Virginia. It’s a twelve hour drive—give some. From there, your mother will drive you to the airport. Afterwards, we’re booking a flight to California. You can sleep then.” Her orders were so demanding that it irked Travis tremendously. “We’ll be fine.”
Fuck that. If anything happens and he gets caught, he’ll be the one taking all the heat. He could blame everything on the woman in his head, but end up looking like a complete psychopath. Her ass won’t be taking the blame for anything and they both know it. Travis really didn’t know which of the two were the craziest. He’s been dealing with this crazy bitch for damn near 28 years. Since he was a small child he would always tell his mother or anyone near him about his problem and they just always pinned it on an imaginary friend or partner. He knew they probably didn’t care, but he did. Unfortunately, since he didn’t get the type of help he needed, he supposes that the voice has gotten worse; which it definitely has. It’s so bad that he has gathered everything from these nearly three decades and pretty much depicted this voice.
Her voice angelic although the things she’s saying are very ominous. His love for green eyes has grown severely. She has them; green and captivating. When staring into those beautiful, capturing eyes, there’s no looking back until she releases you; a look that could freeze the blood coursing through the veins of her victims. Her lips plump and shaped uniquely. When she puckers, it makes the perfect heart. When they connect with a person’s flesh, it’s like a Valentines stamp being plastered onto that very placement that will soon after burn with sensation. Red is her color. Red stained lips, red glossy nails, and red, fiery strands of hair that adorns the one of a kind structure of her face. She’s a beautiful woman with a fucked up mentality.
He pictured this every time she would speak. Every time she’d laugh, he’d picture that also. Her smile was also amazing; bright, white, and lively. Her laughter has an adorable touch to it, as if she’s very feminine, very girly. This woman kept herself together well in his head. It’s crazy. No one should endure this in their life, ever. Licking over his plump lips, Travis mentally prepared himself for these hours ahead of him. He didn’t know what this woman had planned but he couldn’t turn back now.
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