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Playing Catch Up.

I grab the metal object sitting beside me too quickly, I couldn’t wait any longer. I nicked my finger picking it up, a dapple of red bubbles out of my skin. The blood begins to trickle down my finger, spreading an odd feeling of warmth over my body. Goose flesh appeared, and hair rose on the back of my neck; shivers. My heart was pounding, and the metal flashed a smile in the light. The closer I brought it to the thumping pulse in my arm, the more anticipation I could feel. The skin needs to be broken, it would be the equivalency of how much pain I feel inside.
My hand trembled closer, I can almost feel the color draining out of my skin. Then, my hand made contact at long last.
The bite stung, I could nearly feel each layer tearing apart. Only for a split second did I feel the ecstasy I craved. My life force was sucked out of me in an instant, what a glorious thing to control. I felt light, but my eyes felt heavy. I didn’t fight it, instead I let myself go and stayed a while.

I missed you, old friend.

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