Dark shadows surround me.
"Where am I?" I cry out. The last thing I remember is that sound. That horrible sound. What have I done?
A familiar voice replys, "Even in death you love me."
"No, how can this be? You're dead!"
"As are you my beautiful little whore."
How could this be happening? I try to run but I can not move. I try to scream but I have no voice. Cold angry hands begin to grab at my body. They cover me...pull me down. The only voice I can hear continues to mock me.
"My beautiful little whore."
A knock on my front door awakens me from this hellish dream. I answer. It's Troy, my handsome Troy. As he hugs me the events of the dream run through my head. Thank goodness it was just a dream. He loves me. I love him. I am glad dreams don't always come true. At least not in this case. We continue through the years.....me loving him, him loving me.
Perfect love?
No, but it is love none the less........