That’s where I met her. That’s where I met Alexandria. A college junior studying behavioral psychology. I spoke to many people at the conference, but there was something about her. Something misleading. The way she spoke and carried herself was not evident in her eyes. I worked by charm in order to get her number, but there was just something about her. At the time I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
After I returned home, we spoke on the phone almost daily. She always started the same way, happy, elated, but it didn’t take long for her to go into the dark areas of her psyche. She was angry, almost villainous. I found myself not thinking about watching her light extinguished. I wanted her. I wanted her in a way I had never felt before. There was something about her.
Alexandria would often express an emptiness inside of herself. An emptiness that would sometimes feel like a heated pressure in her soul. She was trapped inside herself. I felt the need to help her. To find a way for her to release the pain.We finally decided to meet again after a few months of only having contact via telephone. We often discussed things we didn’t feel comfortable putting in emails. Computers keep records.
When I saw her, she looked even more beautiful than when I first met her. I longed for her. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. The feeling I felt for her was uncontrollable. She allowed me to take her. I was in a place I had never been before. My heart, my mind, my body, they had never experienced anything like that before. Love. I finally felt love. I was in love with Alexandria.
As we lied there, floating in the aftermath of our ecstasy, I told her I love her. And she didn’t say it back. She smiled and kissed me. This meant a lot, because over the months, I had learned that Alexandria could be deceitful at times. As I was aware, she had never been deceitful to me, but the stories she would tell about her life and interactions with other, she could be deceitful, if that was what was need to get what she wanted. But she didn’t lie to me. She didn’t say “I love you too”. She just kissed me passionately and that kiss said so much more.
I wanted to release all of me, to her. I wanted to reveal my inner most thoughts. I wanted to let her inside. I told her I often thought about killing people. Watching their souls leave their body. I expressed by strong desire to watch the eyes of my victims. To experience their departure. I even revealed my fail attempt to her. My heart did not race, my breath did not stall. Before the smile even appeared on her face, I saw it in her eyes. The dark pain that I had only seen in her eyes gave way to a light. I knew at that moment that I had found her. I had found my missing piece. I had found...my rib.
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About the Author
Joretha Isby is the writer of the upcoming film, Once We Leave the Garden. She lives north of the city of Chicago, IL with her daughter.
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