She is Beautiful

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
She is beautiful.
Words can't explain how gorgeous she is.
My body feels all tingly inside whenever I'm near her.
She makes me angry sometimes, but no matter what I do to her I do- it out of love.

Submitted: March 21, 2017

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She sits before me now, watching me with those pretty, sad eyes. I bet she's wondering what I'm typing out. Even though she doesn't ask, I tell her. "It's our love story," I say. I know that behind that taped little mouth, she's trying not to smile.

Her name is Marianne. We first met not too long ago in a café close to my former home. She was with another man, but the moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was the one for me. I would sit in the same coffee shop every day just to see if she would walk through those doors. She did, because she knew I loved her.

We met eyes once, and she looked away. Her facial expression was so delightful to look at, I couldn't help but smile. Since Marianne was arriving alone now, I made an attempt to try and talk to her. At first, she was shy and would always get up to leave, but once she finally realized I was harmless, her precious heart opened up to me.

I took Marianne's sleepy petite body from a horrid party she was invited to one day and drove her back to our home. I was so pleased with myself, but when she woke up and started to behave horribly, my heart suddenly ached. It was as if though she had stabbed me right through the chest and every word she told me hurt more than I could possibly imagine.

It came to the point that she would always go to her bedroom window and try to meddle with the metal bars that were protecting her from the cruel world. I consulted with her and we both came to a decision that it was best to get rid of her legs. She cried and begged me to stop as I started to press the saw against her smooth flesh, but I know she was just scared. Once it was all over, she was quiet and I made sure to tend to her wounds. I may not be a doctor, but I know how to take care of the one I love most.

I made her warm chicken soup and cleaned her bandages everyday till she got better. The poor thing had become so skinny, however, I was afraid she was throwing up her food when I was away at work. When I was finally given a few days off, I sat by her as much as I could and fed her all I had. Unfortunately, she started to act bad again and I had to tell her if she persisted, her arms would have to go also. Of course, I would never hurt her like that unless she asked me to. I merely threatened her in hopes that she could finally see that I was doing all this out of love and affection for her.

I adore Marianne.

She is very beautiful.

**

Today, Marianne has been awfully quiet. As I'm typing this out, she sits in a wheelchair I gave her long ago and stares outside a small window. There is nothing but trees surrounding us, so I'm certain no one can catch a glimpse of her.

Still, she is very quiet.

I ask whether she would like to watch a movie together, but she just shakes her head. She doesn't even turn to look at me. I call her name, but she likes to play games and tell me she's not Marianne. If she wants to stay there all day then she'll stay there. I don't care. I have better things to do, like work on our story.

Moving on, I want to proudly state that my sweet troublemaker has been with me for over one year and two months. Everyone back in town has given up looking for her, so I'm very pleased that the search for my precious diamond has come to an end. I'm also excited to announce that in two weeks, Marianne and I will officially be married. I know I've waited for so long, but I feel like the time is right for us to finally be man and wife. Of course, I have thought about children...but I don't want any. I know Marianne will want a few of our offspring running around, but I cannot allow it. Children are a plague and it's a shame I was once one.

Back to our wedding, I scheduled it downstairs in the basement. My close friend, Isaac, has offered to come by and be our priest. The first time I told him I had Marianne, he seemed shocked. Of course, he congratulated me and asked if he could see her, but I refused. Isaac cannot meet Marianne just yet, and I made that very clear with him.

It seems my bride-to-be has finally broken away from the window. She slowly moves herself over to me and rests her hand on my knee. It's hard to type and look at her, but I manage.

She asks if I'm still working on my 'project', as she calls it. I tell her yes and she just stays there, watching me. I like it when she does that. My fiancé has such beautiful skin and eyes, I sometimes want to squeeze the life out of her.

She's starting to whine, begging me to make her something to eat.

I can't refuse my lovely gem.

**

Isaac is here, sitting across from me and speaking about something I have no interest in. He asks what I'm doing and I tell him what this is all about. I make it very clear to him that this is a work in progress and I would hate for him to see any errors.

Earlier on the day, I changed Marianne into a white wedding dress I brought just last week. It fit her perfectly and I'm so happy she cried tears of joy. I want nothing more than to make Marianne the happiest wife in the world. I admit, I have been rather cruel and it pains me to act like a monster at times, but I do it out of love. My parents would always punish me- but it was because they loved me. It's only natural for humans to act cruel towards the ones they care about.

Marianne, I really do love you.

**

I have a feeling my wife finds Isaac more fascinating than me- her own husband. Right now they're speaking in the living room in front of me, having a wonderful conversation about paintings and other nonsense. I never knew Marianne even liked art until Isaac brought it up. I don't blame him, however. He is rather charming. Am I charming? I need to ask Isaac.

He says I am 'most pleasant to look at'. My own wife just looks down and doesn't want to comment anything further. I am very unhappy I can't even focus on this bloody computer. If she finds Isaac so endearing, then I have no choice but to punish her.

I just asked him if he would like to sleep with me tonight. Of course, he said yes, then asked Marianne if it was alright. I told him I was the man in the house and I decided what was right and wrong. Luckily for me, Marianne is starting to tear up. I pretend to focus on the screen before me.

It would be lying to myself if I say she hasn't been getting on my nerves lately. Ever since our marriage a month ago, she has been acting very rebellious. I still love her, and I want to protect her, but my threats aren't working anymore. She's starting to become disobedient. I don't know what's gotten into her.

As soon as I finish typing this out, I'm going straight to bed with Isaac. If she thinks she can have anything she wants without my consent, then she's sorely mistaken.

I hope this way she realizes everything under this household is under my dominion.

**

Marianne won't come down anymore. She just lays in our bed, staring up at the ceiling with empty eyes. She no longer looks like the woman I once loved. Her face is sunken in and she can barely speak. I feel guilty. Perhaps I have done something to make her this way? I always feed her, I bathe her, I clothe her, I speak to her. Is she dying? I can't lose her. I love Marianne, even if she has been a sore. Whenever I think I might lose my beautiful wife, I feel terrible. I should never have gotten rid of her legs, now she can't even walk around and get some exercise.

Am I to blame for this? It hurts, thinking about bringing so much pain to such a beautiful human being. Before I took her, she was so full of vigor, now she lays there before me like a corpse. I'm so disgusted with myself and with her. I can't stand to look at that ill body anymore. If she's suffering, I don't want her to be hurting any longer. My heart is aching horribly right now. I am alone in our room, with my dying wife paralyzed on our bed. I am no doctor, I don't know what I can do to help her. I look at her, and she doesn't even turn to face me. I am a horrible husband. We have only been married for four months.

**

Marianne is no longer in pain. Last night, after hearing her wheezing and coughing, I decided it was best to put her out of her misery. I called Isaac to help me get rid of her body, but as I watched him wrap her up in our blankets, I could not bear to part with her. The tears stung my eyes as I caressed her rough, cold hand. The blood running down her slit neck had thickened and was all over my clothes. I didn't want to let her go just yet, but Isaac told me we had to do it quick. I remember clinging on to him and asking if I was a bad person. He only held my face in his hands and told me I was a confused man. He told me that Marianne had already been dead long ago after an accident she and I had.

It took me a while, but it's all coming together. I remember I was different. I remember a beautiful woman with short, brown hair and kind eyes. I remember the sound of tires screeching and the woman I truly love suddenly bleeding profusely from her decapitated neck.

It's so sickening. The woman I married not too long ago, the others before her, they are not Marianne. Marianne is dead and has been dead for 6 years. I cannot type anymore. I feel so bad. It hurts more than ever now that I know I am truly to blame for my beautiful Marianne's death.

**

It has been 8 months since the girl has been dead. I had no motivation to leave my home, but Isaac picked me up earlier today. He took us both on a car ride down to a restaurant not far from here. He was very quiet along the way, but I know it's because he had to get rid of his girlfriend. Apparently, she overheard him speaking on the phone with me about my ex-wife and tried to call the police. Fortunately for us, Isaac got to her before she could dial the numbers. Where she is now, I don't care.

He took me to a place with a beautiful view of the sea. It was lovely, but I recalled not being able to eat anything. I was so sick and had begun to lose weight after what happened 8 months ago. He urged me to at least try some salad, but I could not eat more than a few bites. I was so distressed, when suddenly a voice from above caught my attention. I looked up and could not believe my eyes.

There she was, my beautiful Marianne, alive and well once more. She smiled down at me, and I felt my heart begin to fill with life again. I was so content to see her gorgeous face filled with strength, I felt like a fool gawking at her for so long. Once she took our orders, Isaac nudged me from under the table and asked me if I was going to do it again. I didn't know what he meant, but I suddenly recalled what had happened a few months ago.

I told him he was mistaken, that my Marianne was still alive and will always be. I told him the other girls were not my wife, that they had fooled me.

He gave me a sad smile and confessed that no matter what he would always be there for me at the end.

If there is anyone I love as much as Marianne, it's Isaac. I know he will always be there for me, and that he, my wife and I can finally have conversations on our front porch like we once did long ago.

With my good friends help, I was able to discover that Marianne works at the restaurant we ate in from 10-6 every Monday, Thursday, and Friday. My gorgeous darling may be shy at first, but I know with time our love can blossom once more.

I adore my Marianne.

She is beautiful.


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