Dec 29 2008
Night Stalker Susan-Losing It
Susan lay in bed for a week in hopes of starving herself to death. She wanted to join her mother in the hell she had sentenced them both to. Andrew saved her from herself. In doing so, he almost lost his own life.
“You have to feed, Andrew,” Susan beseeched.
“So do you,” Andrew replied.
Susan shook her head, “I have no reason to live any longer.”
Andrew threw a disgusted look over his shoulder, and snarled, “You’re just as weak as your mother.”
Susan was on him in an instant. She clawed at his face, and pummeled his chest. Andrew sat passively, letting her get the anger and frustration out. As weak as she was, her efforts weren’t very effective anyway, so he just endured.
Spent, Susan collapsed onto the floor. Andrew tried to comfort her, but she pushed him away. He sat silently and watched her heart break.
He knew he sounded like a cold-hearted bastard, but once her emotions were under control, he asked, “Are you done now?” Scowling at her, he continued. “You need to grow a backbone, and take care of yourself. Be better than your mother.”
“Shut up, Andrew!” Susan shouted. “You know nothing of my mother.”
“I know she let a man rule her life, beat her, and force her daughter away. Then, when she could have been free, and got back in touch with her daughter, she killed herself. She was a selfish bitch.”
Susan slapped him. “That’s enough!”
Andrew saw the resolve return to her face. When she straightened her shoulders, he asked, “Are you ready to live again?”
“Damn you, Andrew!” Susan swore, while she headed out the door in search of food.
