Page 69 of Taking Control
A light.
Bright white.
And a happiness settles over me.
That sound. One I know, and one I love more than life itself.
“So, here we are. You fighting for your life, and me in the driving seat. Quite a turnaround, huh?”
Yes, baby, I’m fighting.
I’m going to come back to you.
I can’t leave you.
I’m sorry for allowing you to be on your own. I know that you can’t cope without the control… Why else would you keep doing things wrong if you didn’t want the lessons?
“You know, I will never understand your desire to make me yours, make me bow to you, and make me so frightened for my life.”
Frightened? What does she mean, frightened?
She will never understand?
Of course she understands.
How can she not?
My need to wake the fuck up and re-educate her takes over my fog-induced brain, but no matter how hard I try, my body won’t respond. I can’t move, I can’t open my eyes, all I can do is listen.
“I truly believed that we had something special, but from the moment that you first hit me, I knew that a shadow was cast over us.”
A shadow?
There was no shadow, what we had was perfect… wasn’t it?
We were happy.
We were in love.
We did have something special.
She’s been my greatest love. I’ve had a few, but she was the best, the one that stuck around the longest, the one that needed me the most.
“Your love was an obsession, a curse.”
Now she’s just trying to make me mad. My love is not a curse. I love hard. I love so much that it scares me at times.
How can she say these things? Why is the fog allowing her to reach me? Why doesn’t it shut her words down and take me back into its never-ending mist?
“You were my nemesis.”
Fuck. She’s finally lost it without me around.
She’s finally become someone that I won’t recognize when I wake up from whatever the hell pulls me under.
It’s going to take me months to install the level of commitment I had in her before.
I trusted her, and I still do, but she clearly needs to remember how much she trusts me and values me.
