All my life I’ve never met someone as interesting as Sebastian.
Sure, he was one of the scariest people in the asylum, and there were rumors that said he had killed every single roommate that shared that very room with him. Those eyes that showed hatred, that seemed spiteful everytime the landed on someone.
I couldn’t help but fall in love with those eyes…
I took initiative and began to make conversation with him. I could tell he was annoyed by someone younger than him trying to make friends with him. And everytime I told him that I didn’t think he was a monster…that there was some good left in him…he’d disagree quickly, leaving me to wonder what could possibly have happened to someone to think this way..?
It wasn’t long before I began to gain feelings for the man, and Sebastian declared that the two of us began to make a deal. My side of the deal was quite obvious, where Sebastian was allowed to do whatever he pleased with my body. Different types of cute, bruises, adorned my body, and I was quite happy with them. I soon began to think that maybe my time on this crazy asylum had finally taken a toll on me…but I didn’t care..just as long as Sebastian was pleased I was fine.
And surprisingly, after all my efforts of declaring my love for him..saying over and over how much I loved the man…they were finally returned. And maybe..maybe they weren’t as passionate as I wanted them to be..but he showed me as much affection as he could and those eyes…still filled with that hatred showed a hint of care in them, and I was happy with seeing that.
And finally, we escaped that asylum that kept Sebastian locked up for years, and me for only a few months...and I asked Sebastian to promise me not to go back to the things that caused him to come here, and of course he promised but who knew what type of horrifying things were going on on his head after we escaped. At that moment I knew Sebastian needed me, an I would be there for him as much as I would. And then... We moved into our own place, and I loved being able to start over with Sebastian at my side. Sure he was still rude but he was still getting used to the fact that he was in a relationship with me. Or that's what I thought. Even now I'm not sure if Sebastian truly cared about me...but I don't care. My feelings for him are strong and I don't think they will ever leave. Things became weird...Sebastian would spend most of his time in basement, and whenever I would question him, he would drown out my question with a kiss or an excuse. I was so sad...when I found out what he was truly doing. He had went back to his old habits...bringing people home, doin whatever the fuck it was he did to them...and then killed them. I confronted him about, and it resulted into an argument...Sebastian went through a fit of rage and he... Killed me. The look on his face when he realized what he had done..I wanted to hold him and tell him everything was okay everything was fine..and I did..I told him it was okay..I forgave him...and with my last breath of air I told him I loved him. And those eyes...for the first time I saw sadness...and I hated myself for leaving him like this...and I say that like it was my fault. I wonder what I did wrong...to make him go back to his old ways...was I really nothing to him? I don't think so...maybe along the way I missed something and I was too late to catch onto it. I still love him, even if I can't say those words to him. I wish he wouldn't continue going in this direction. But maybe there is a way I can talk to him...maybe it's not too late to help him...