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I Only Did It For Her


I stay hidden, out of sight, merging with the shadows, looming in dark corners. She feels my presence, though she denies it for that false sense of comforting security.

I watch her. I take care of her. I sit by her bed all night because I know she feels lonely. She looks so beautiful when she’s sleeping. One night, I took a photograph of her when the worry on her face was replaced by calmness and peace. I left it for her to find so she would see herself the way I saw her, so she would see how beautiful she truly was. Uniformed men came and searched the house with guns, so I never did it again. I didn’t want her to find me, not yet. One day we would be together, but I couldn’t let her see me until she was ready.

There was a man who came to visit her every Friday and Saturday night. He would put his arm around her and they would laugh together, but sometimes his voice was loud and intimidating. He would leave and slam the door behind him, and she would cry herself to sleep. It devastated me.

One day, after he hurt her again, I decided I’d had enough. Some of the shingles on the roof had come loose. It was easy to ‘accidentally’ let one slide off and hit him right on the head. She ran outside screaming but I know that deep inside she was laughing. After all, I did it for her. She made me angry. All I ever did was try to make he happy, but still she cried herself to sleep. It was like I wasn’t good enough for her.

One night, I slipped downstairs, nothing but a shadow, and crept to her bed where she lay sleeping, unsuspecting of what was to come. This part was easy; I’d done it many times before. Still, I was nervous. No one had ever been as special as her. My hands were trembling when they wrapped around her thin, pale neck. Her eyes opened wide, but she couldn’t scream. I was holding her too tight. I never wanted to let her go. After all, I was only doing this for her. Her arms flailed, nails scraping against my skin. Her legs thrashed and her back arched. My heart was racing at our first moments of physical contact. She was more beautiful that I ever could have imagined. She gasped, and from her eyes I saw all the sadness, hurt and tears leave her body. I only did it for her.

The uniformed men searched the house again. I didn’t let them find me though. I knew they would take her away from me. I couldn’t let that happen, not now that we were finally together. I held her close until they left.

After all, I only did it for her.

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Credits to: photofreecreepypasta

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