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despair on a couch

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   "Lansing, Michigan- police today found in an apartment complex the body of art student, Tony Martin, 22, and the magled remains of several students, both current and past. Officials were shocked at how macabre the scene was."


    I always was a good kid. I studied hard, and long, in my efforts to become someone. I guess I was successful, but for the wrong reasons.
    My one true love, who will only be known as Sarah, left me when i was 17. I spent the greater part of 2 years with her. When she left me, I was crushed. Life just felt lacking in substance. I became a recluse, and when she left for another college far, far away, i saw my oppertunities for a blissful life slip away. And the fact that she never called again was the heartbreaker. I soon devoted my life to finding her, and making myself whole again. It all started right after I started leaving my dorm room again.

  "East Lansing, Michigan- Missing art student Carri Forscythe, 19,  is feared dead after police found no credible leads towards her dissapearance."

     I never meant Carri any harm. Its just, when her and I met that night, at the coffee shop, she had the same eyes as Sarah. For reasons i cant quite understand, I had to have those eyes. I brought Carri back to my house, where we made love. Yet, i couldnt help the feeling that all i wanted from her was those eyes. So, when we wrapped up, I took them. And put the rest of the body in my closet.

    "Lansing, Michigan- Police are baffled by the suddent dissapearance of as many as 8 different campus females within the last 2 months, and are encouraging anyone with leads to contact them as soon as possible."

   Yep, that was me. All those girls had things I needed. I had an animal attraction to these girls, well, specifically to whatever part of their bodies reminded me of my one lost love. I took eyes, hair, body parts, and even organs.

  And i made Sarah.

   I went to Rue 21, and bought the exact same outfit Sarah wore when we broke up. I brought it home, and put it back on the doll who, to me, symbolized my anguish. The more and more real it became, the happier i became.

    When it was ready, I took her back and propped her up on the couch, exactly where she was sitting moments before she left me. I turned the t.v. on, and sat with my lost love for days, hardly even noticing the fact that i hadnt eaten or slept for weeks.

   "SARAH! YOU NEVER GAVE ME EVEN A REASON FOR LEAVING! YOU LEFT ME ALONE! I LOVED YOU! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME!"

     I went to the closet, and pushed the pile of corpses aside, and reached for the gun I hid inside one of the disembowled girls. Shaking, I walked back to the couch.

    I kissed the girl of my dreams one last time, and through the stiches and blood, it, for the first time, tasted like Sarah. A tear went down my eye... as I prepared.

   "YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE ALONE WITH NO REASON? HOWS THIS FOR REVENGE?"

     I sat down next to her, and put the gun to my head.

  Crying, I said "I love you"

     BANG.

   
after i worte this, i felt i had ripped off the premise for "a rose for emily", so i re-wrote it, and here it is now.
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