Psychosis
By Kitana

The sun was as always high and bright in that true blue sky, another reflection of the wide open seas, endless to the eye, the white clouds so striking amongst all that brilliant blue. She took a deep breath feeling the life within her flutter and then breathed out. Summer had to be her favourite time of year, the warm caress of the sun acting as if her distant partner, a poor excuse of a replacement but better than none.

She walked into the green of the grass sensing each and every blade under her feet, so soft on her soles. She reached out her hand to the side of her and closed her eyes, she didn't have to see but only feel his hand taking a hold of her own. Her lips spreading slightly into a smile, "I knew you would be here," she whispered leaning her head to the side and glazing from narrowed eyes, "I just had this feeling about you all day," she smiled again unable to contain the pure glee inside.

He entwined his fingers into hers and gently pulled her closer, with his other free hand he slid that round her waist and simply held on, "I've missed you," he said quietly lips so close to her ear.

She held tightly on leaning more into his nestle of arms and warmth, "So have I," she pulled away dragging him onwards within the green smiling and laughing, "Come on," she said tugging playfully at him. Everything felt so right for her, he made her everything right and for some reason there wasn’t that weighing feeling inside and that cold dark longing seemed to have simply vanished as soon as her eyes met his, as soon as his warmth touched hers, as soon as his delicate fingers entangled with hers. Everything about him made everything that was so wrong and desolate disappear as if it had never happened. He had such a hold over her and of her life, it was almost distressing to even ponder him leaving, surly that would destroy her completely.

Without him, what was there to live for?

He came up behind her hugging her back into his body, "I love you," she giggled, "Always and forever..."

He snuggled close into her mass of dark brown curls and kissed her neck, "Always and forever," he repeated, he placed his chin on her shoulder arms and hands still attached round her waist, his hold so tight like he didn't want to let go.

“It’s time,” called a voice behind her.

She turned curious to see who was spying on her, “Who are you?”

The lady smiled faintly, but it never met her smiles, there was a distant emptiness within those pupils of hers and it was almost scary to stare at them. Her hands squeezed into his hands more, but as she turned to see him there was nothing. Her heart leapt from her chest until it ached painfully, “Where is he?!” he questioned towards the strange woman.

“He’s gone,” she replied.

“Gone?! He would never leave me!! WHO ARE YOU?!” fear mixed with anger mingled together like two droplets of water, it sparked something from inside a sort of depression that was linger by the surface. But instead of falling deeper in the pool of hatred and longing it forced her anger out!

The woman moved closer, her position seemed to show she was about to pounce, “Now don’t get excited,” she said, “Let’s go inside where you can calm down,” the woman smiled, that same smile that was all but fake.

“No,” she stepped back, fearfully of the woman, “I don’t trust you!”

"What's wrong with your hands?" called the woman.

She looked down and frowned, a spider web of red peered through the white sleeve of her dress, it was most curious she looked closer and pulled back the material to find the most hideous cut, "O God not again!" The wound got bigger and deeper and the blood just kept on pouring pouring, it streamed down her arms staining the pure white material red. The image disgusted her, made her sickly inside.

"Stop it! STOP IT!"

A weighing feeling pressed down on her body, she could see as if she was looking from outside onto her. People where holding her down as if she was a crazy woman, she panicked because she didn’t know what was happening to her. Who are these people and what do they want? But most of all, where was he? Why did he abandon her at the moment she needed him the most?

The weighing feeling vanished just as quickly as he did, she opened her eyes to find herself in the same old cell, her wrists bandaged in heavy cloth and cotton, stains of red flooding through the cloth. She screamed dashing violently at her wrists offended by the injury.

“WHERE ARE YOU?!”