Hello, and welcome to my collection of short stories. Lately, I've been forced to write a bunch of short stories for school. So, I've decided to post them on the web as well. Each chapter is a new story, unless otherwise stated. Please enjoy, and comment if you'd like.
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I wrote this story for an English project about a month ago. Warning for disturbing content.

One Obsession Too Strong

I closed my eyes slowly, exhaling the deep breath I'd been holding in since I first glanced at the sight before me. My friend; no – my best friend, my love; laid in the bed that I stood by – face white as snow. Her lips were parted slightly, breath shallow and weak. Such a sight brought tears to my eyes, and I could hardly stand the thought that this was it for her. My love, Jamie.

I brought one hand to her face, stroking it gently. Which, seemed to be such a difficult task because my body refused to stop shaking. I blinked, feeling a tear slide down my cheek with no embarrassment whatsoever. It didn't matter if they saw me cry. They, as in her family. I felt one hand clasp my shoulder softly, pulling me back some. Trembling, I shook my head. “N-no, please.” I begged softly, wistfully dreaming that she wasn't gone. Not yet. I heard the heart rate monitor begin to sound in the same dreary tone, with no pause between each beep. The sudden truth hit me like a brick wall, realizing Jamie was dead. And I was to blame.

“N-no,” I repeated, voice cracking as the tears began to slide at a more quick pace. It was like a waterfall now, my face drenched in tears of regret. I wanted to beg for forgiveness. Wish it wasn't true. That my beloved Jamie wasn't gone.

“It's her fault!” I heard someone cry. My heart broke as I, too, accepted this simple fact. It was my fault. Glancing up, I saw everyone staring at me intensely – tears shining in each of their eyes. Jamie's brother, Vincent, repeated his accusation. “It's all your fault, goddammit!”

Two Days Earlier

“What'cha doing?”

I smiled slightly, glancing at the dark haired beauty teasingly. I had to admit that Jamie possessed this unnatural beauty, her long dark hair in slight curls. I loved her lips, the way they seemed full of life with every breath.

“I'm sitting here,” I replied, voice dry with sarcasm.

“No duh.” Jamie rolled her eyes, plopping herself down beside me. “What'cha watching?”

“Jerry Springer.”

“Oh. You are pathetic, y'know that?”

“I know that, Jamie. Now shut up.”

I was not a huge fan of Jerry Springer, but watched it occasionally. And... this episode was quite interesting. This woman had a boyfriend; whom was having an affair with his own sister. It was twisted, and utterly disgusting. But I liked it.

“Change the channel,” Jamie whined after a few minutes had passed.

I tossed the remote at her, frowning at the childish behavior she possessed so suddenly. After all, we were thirty year old women. Let's behave our age, shall we?

“Put the news on,” I voiced. Jamie did, pouting.

“Now onto the latest news in San Fransisco, three women have been found – brutally murdered.” The young news reporter said through the television. “Early this morning, a truck driver found the three female bodies in a ditch, just outside of the city on highway number five. It seems as if all three were within their thirties, each murdered in the same style. Names aren't being released just yet – but the police claim they have leads to the whereabouts of the murderer.”

“That's horrible!” Jamie gasped, shocked to say the least. “I hope they catch that sadistic bastard.”

I nodded in reply, not sure how to voice my own opinion. Those three women were, most likely, all prostitutes. And basically, they deserved such a brutal way to die then. Jamie, on the other hand, would go nuts if I told her this. But everyone has their own opinion.

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“Where do you go then, huh?” Jamie cried at me, outraged. Her eyes blazed with hatred, lips curled into a snarl.

“Just out!” I screamed back, throwing my coat at her.

I had come home late, once again – Jamie throwing her usual tantrums. She seemed to think she owned me. Couldn't I have some freedom? Apparently not.

“You do this all the time!” The brunette groaned in frustration, pulling at her hair. “Can you not tell me because you cannot trust me?”

“If you'd act your age more often, then yes – maybe I would trust you!” I immediately regretted my last words upon seeing Jamie's face pale. “I-I didn't mean-”

“Of course you didn't mean that.” My friend responded, eyes tearing up. “I-I really do hate you!”

And with those final words, Jamie stormed upstairs – heading to bed, I could assume. I sulked all the way into the living room, crashing on the couch. I'm sure she didn't want me in the room tonight. My last thoughts were of how I wanted to apologize to Jamie, before my mind wandered off into a restless sleep.

One Day Earlier

Life sucked. I rubbed my red eyes, unable to concentrate on the television. I had barely slept peacefully last night, but when I finally got some decent sleep – I awoke to no Jamie. She had left me. And my heart; well, it was broken in two. We weren't lesbians, per say – but just lovers. Perhaps with time, a stronger relationship might have developed. Now there wouldn't be that time, for Jamie had left me. She was being immature, taking out her frustrations on me. Which, might I add, really sucked.

I couldn't help but wonder where she might have gone. If I could just talk to her. Explain everything. Apologize. Maybe she'd accept me for who I am; and love me as a whole. Though, I highly doubted this. After all, everyone had their secrets. Myself included.

“The San Fransisco Murderer has struck again.” The headline caught my attention, eyes suddenly glued to the screen of the television now. The same reporter from yesterday began his sh'peal on the previous murders, all taking place within a few months apparently. “The police, after a long investigation, claim the murderer's identity is still unknown. But – they believe it is a female, aged around thirty years of age. Someone who possesses strength and agility beyond one of a normal woman.”

I tilted my head to one side, sucking in this information. A woman? Why do the police believe such a thing and, quite frankly, why would any woman have a motive to kill such innocent girls?

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang, the blaring sound almost destroying my last nerves to bits. I answered it cautiously, “H-hello?”

“I'm sorry, please forgive me?” It was Jamie.

“Where are you? I've been worried sick.” My heart literally jumped into my throat upon hearing her familiar voice. A sense of relief washed over me, knowing Jamie was alright.

“I just needed to think about a few things,” she responded from the other end of the line. Jamie paused, slowly continuing. “Can you come visit me? I want to talk.”

I nodded, realizing Jamie couldn't see my answer. “Y-yes, sure. Anything.” I was literally begging. “I'm really sorry, Jamie.” I paused this time, adding a simple; “I do love you.”

Jamie sniffled, or so I could hear. “I love you too. I'm sorry for saying what I did.” She chuckled a bit. “I-I... let's just talk about it in person.”

“Where shall we meet, then?”

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The park was serene as I entered it, the cold chill sneaking through the sweater I wore. Why did it have to be such a windy evening, I complained silently to myself. Jamie had suggested to meet up in the park. Talk things over. I couldn't disagree – but just be happy to be able to get a second chance.

Moments later, I heard the faint footsteps of someone steadily approaching me from behind. I span around to see my friend, a goofy smile on her face. Her eyes though, seemed incredibly nervous and confused.

“Hey,” I started awkwardly. “You look good.”

Jamie shrugged. “It's not like a try for you.”

Ouch, that was pretty bitter. Though, I kind of deserved it.

The wind whistled softly, trees blowing harshly in it. Darkness began to fall quickly, my anticipation increasing. Did Jamie really hate me? Or... were those words of hatred towards what I had said?

“I need to ask you something.” My friend stated after the silence seemed unbearable any longer. “Where do you go when you leave the house all the time?”

I held my breath, palms sweating. What did I do? Ironically, I barely knew myself anymore. “I go to the bar, sometimes. Just to dance and chat.”

Jamie looked hurt, and I assumed it was because I never asked her to come with me before.

“That's all?” Her voice small and soft. She studied me, biting her lower lip.

“Yes.”

Was that all? No. I was lying through my teeth. Of course, as I stated earlier, we all have our secrets.

“Y-you're lying.” Jamie accused me suddenly, standing her ground with a fierceness I'd never seen her possess before. “You're lying, goddammit!”

“I-I'm not lying,” I replied, clearly exasperated.

“Stop lying!” My friend screamed, barely able to stand still anymore. “You've always been lying to me! Maybe I wanted to help you! Did you ever think about that, huh? Did you ever?!”

I clenched my fists tightly, eyes narrowing. “What the hell do you mean, Jamie?”

“Oh, you know.” Jamie laughed suddenly, and I realized she was insane. She had to be. “You killed those innocent, pretty girls. Admit it.”

I gulped, shaking my head as I denied this fact. “N-no, Jamie. I didn't. Why are you accusing me of such things?”

“Oh, c'mon. That's why you refused to ever make love to me.” The brunette's eyebrows furrowed. “Although, I never asked you. But – you'd rather get off on killing women. Right?”

“No!” I cried, temper rising. “S-stop saying such things about me!”

“But it's true, isn't it? You love me, I can bet. But you could never actually be with me – because you'd ending up killing me. Wouldn't you?”

“W-what?” I was flabbergasted, unable to think of anything better to say.

“Well, let me tell you.” Jamie began, eyes tearing up. I could see them glisten down her face, for the moonlight shawn on her wonderful form. “I want to be with you! But, I can't – can I?” She paused. “Can I?” She demanded.

I choked back the vomit that threatened to spill forth. Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I shook my head. “No, you can never be with me.”

“I love you.” Although I didn't see Jamie when she said those words, I heard all the emotion I needed. The click of a gun suddenly made me open my eyes. My head snapped up to see my lover cock a gun at herself, eyes dancing crazily.

“Where'd you get that?” I cried harshly, making a leap in her direction.

And the trigger was pulled, warm liquid soaking my face. I screamed.

Present

“N-no, please!” I screamed, thrashing about. “I'm sorry! Please.”

Vincent glared at me, tears falling down his face. “I hope you rot in hell.”

Those words continued to echo through my head as I felt myself being pulled from the hospital room, catching one last glance at Jamie before she disappeared from my sight.

“P-please,” I begged desperately. “I didn't want her to die! Not her!”

The men didn't respond, but continued to drag me out. I gave up, feeling defeated. Why my Jamie? I knew that I couldn't be with her. No, not since my hobby was quite a crude one. I didn't want her to find out. She needn't find out. I bit my tongue, trying to stop the tears by overpowering it with some pain. Although, this didn't help much.

My life seemed as if was over. Clawing at the hospital doors like a wild animal, I begged for forgiveness. “Please, no. I'll do anything for Jamie!” Of course, no one heard my pleas. I watched the men walk away through the glass doors, collapsing to the ground. “I'll do anything,” I repeated. “I'll even stop the murdering for her. Just please, give her back to me.”

End