Body Heat – Short Story

I wake to the blaring noise of an alarm, but I don’t open my eyes until I hear my cabin mate’s scuffles.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“The ship’s hit an asteroid. We need to make sure there’s no complications,” says the ship’s engineer, Kayla Manning.

We get dressed and head to the cockpit, where Victor Stein, the captain of Starry Dust is already manually out-maneuvering the asteroid field.

“Manning, check the status of the ship’s damage and Palensky, man the weapons and radio headquarters about our situation.

“Yes, Captain,” we reply.

I almost lose my balance, as the captain has to make an exaggerated maneuver to avoid a space rock, but I make it to my seat and call headquarters as I grab the weapon joy stick.

“Mayday, mayday, this is Starry Dust,” I speak into the radio, as I begin shooting the closest asteroids.

“There’s 56% of damage and rising,” says Kayla from behind the ship’s master computer. “We need to stop on the nearest planet before we lose one of our engines.”

“We’re here, Starry Dust. What’s your situation?” comes from the radio.

“Our ship’s hit an asteroid field. We have over 50% damage and need to stop to repair it,” I say, shooting a big rock. It shatters into smaller pieces.

Captain Stein does another unbalancing movement with the ship, avoiding the pieces and exiting the rocky field.

“Do you need any immediate assistance?” says the voice from the radio.

I look up at them in question.

Kayla gets up and reaches for the supply cabinet.

“With damage this high, I don’t think these patching cans will be enough,” she says.

“Yes, we do,” I say into the radio.

“What is your location?” says radio man.

“It looks like Planet Nippy is the closest stop. We should be there in about 30 minutes at this speed,” says Kayla.

“We will be arriving at Planet Nippy in about 30 minutes,” I say.

“Okay. Our agent will contact you as soon as he’s there.”

“What’s his ETA?” I ask.

“Twelve hours.”

“Twelve hours!” I exclaim.

“Planet Nippy is a bit far from our headquarters even in our fastest spaceship,” he says. “Just power it off and send me your exact location once you get there to give to the assigned agent.”

“Okay… Thank you.”

“Twelve hours! What has spaceship assistance come to?” I say.

“That’s nothing. Just last year, Captain Merlot’s team got stranded for 36 hours at Planet Taiga!” says Captain Stein. “I’ll take the cold over jungles any day.”

“Touché,” says Kayla.

About 30 minutes later, it’s as if the ship knows it’s reaching safety, because it powers down on its own just as we reach Planet Nippy.

“One of the engines has gone down. The ship can’t fly without it,” says Kayla just as the computer shuts down and Captain Stein barely manages to land without crashing.

“Is everybody okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” Kayla and I reply.

Captain Stein tries powering up the ship to no avail.

“I’ll never understand why the mechanical and electrical systems in transportation devices were united in 3009. We’re gonna freeze to death before the spaceship assistance agent gets here,” I say.

“Calm down, Jenna. We’ll figure it out,” says Kayla.

“Why does something have to go wrong on my first run?” I ask.

“We’ll be okay,” my captain reassures.

“We might as well start building a fire,” I say.

“What, in here?” asks Captain Stein.

“I don’t know. I’m just saying… It’s gonna get below zero in here soon.”

“We can’t go outside in this weather. Our best choice is to stay in here,” says Kayla.

“But how are we going to stay warm? I’m not sure our jackets and blankets will be enough. We’re practically sucking in cold in this metal trap,” I say.

“I… There’s only one way I can think of. It might be a little unorthodox, but it should work,” says Kayla.

“What?” Captain Stein asks.

“Body heat,” she says.

“What? Like, lying with each other naked?” I ask.

“Um, yeah. The clothes would just block the heat transmission.”

“This would be completely unethical,” says Captain Stein.

“Would you rather run the risk of freezing to death?” says Kayla.

“Of course not, but is this really the only way?” he asks.

“The heater isn’t working and we can’t build a fire in here or go outside. So, yeah, I’d say so.”

“Okay, but can we at least wait ’til we’re in dire need?” I ask, just as my body shudders involuntarily.

“Okay, but I think some of us are already starting to feel the freezing temperature,” says Kayla, also shaking.

“We should probably go to my chamber. It’s the biggest,” says Captain Stein.

“I agree,” says Kayla.

They both walk toward the captain’s quarters, as I hug myself, still shivering.

“I can’t do this,” I say.

“Jenna, you’re going to freeze to death if you don’t get under those covers with us. This is about survival. Nothing else,” says Kayla.

“You don’t understand,” I whisper.

“What I don’t understand is why your survival instinct isn’t clouding any other thoughts,” she says.

Defeated, I walk with them to the bedroom.

“Well, might as well rip this off like a Band-Aid,” says Captain Stein, as he undresses in a speedy manner and Kayla follows.

“We’ll take turns being in the middle,” she says, removing her shirt, revealing beautiful perky breasts.

I shake my head, trying not to look, as my eyes fall unto the bottom half of Captain Stein, as he removes his briefs.

“It’s cold,” he says, as he catches me looking.

“I didn’t…” I begin.

“So, who’s going first?” Kayla interrupts.

“What?” I ask.

“In the middle. Who’s gonna be in the middle first?”

“I don’t care,” I say.

Captain Stein shrugs.

“Okay, I guess I’ll go first,” she says, as she removes her hair band, letting her long brown hair flow over her breasts.

She quickly makes her way to the bed and gets under the covers. Captain Stein follows, hugging her from behind.

“Are you gonna stand there all day or are you gonna join us?” she says.

Here goes nothing. I’ll probably have to start looking for another job as soon as we get back to Earth.

I undress and get under the covers, giving Kayla my back.

I instantly feel the heat from her body.

“Oh, my god,” I say.

“I know. Wait ’til you’re the one in the middle,” she says.

I feel her nipples against my back and my groin somersaults.

I don’t know if I’m going to be able to resist myself for long.

“Mm,” I exhale, involuntarily, pushing my body closer to Kayla.

“You’re really enjoying this,” she says.

“You have no idea,” I say, turning around.

I put my breasts against hers and place my leg over hers.

She looks at me questioningly.

“My front needs body heat now,” I say.

“You can have the middle if you want,” she says, attempting to move, but I place my hand on her face to stop her.

“Do you know something that makes body heat better?” I ask.

She raises her eyebrows in question.

“Friction,” I say, placing my lips against hers and lowering my hand to her butt. I squeeze it and she jumps in surprise.

I push her shoulder gently. Captain Stein scoots back and Kayla is on her back. I climb on top of her.

“This is about survival. Nothing else,” I repeat her words and kiss her again, as I cup one of her breasts.

Her eyes are still closed when I pull apart. Captain Stein is staring in awe. I pull his face closer to me and kiss him, too.

“Don’t think we’re leaving you out,” I say.

I pull him closer and match his lips with Kayla’s. I join in a three-way.

Soon we’re all lost in each other’s bodies, all hesitation left behind.

I don’t know how long we spent loving each other, before we all spread on the bed, panting.

“Or whatever you want it to be,” I say.

“What?” says Kayla, laughing.

“Earlier I said this was about survival, but damn this was amazing,” I say.

“I couldn’t agree more,” says Victor.

“This is why I hesitated to get in bed with you naked,” I say.

“What do you mean?” says Kayla.

“I’m a nymphomaniac,” I answer.

They both laugh.

“Out of all the people to get stranded with on a cold planet, I get a nymphomaniac. There is a god,” says Victor.

I laugh.

“Well, I’m here whenever… For both of you,” I tell them.

“Really?” Kayla and Victor say in unison.

“Sure. We’re going to spend most of our time on this ship together. I’m surprised you two hadn’t done anything yet.”

“I didn’t know how,” they both say.

They turn to look at each other.


“Whoa, I hope I didn’t ruin anything, getting in between,” I say.

“Of course not!” says Kayla, grabbing my hand. “I loved this experience and I’ve got to say, I’m not against polyamorous relationships.

“I…” I begin.

“Oh, my god, did I just say relationship? Is this even…? I mean…”

“What man doesn’t want to be with two women?” says Victor.

“I’ve never been more satisfied in my life. You two are all I need,” I say, kissing Victor, then Kayla.

“Mm,” Kayla moans against my lips and before we know it, our bodies are one again.

I wake to loud thumps on metal. The agent!

“Guys, there’s someone at the door,” I say.

“Has it been 12 hours already?” says Kayla.

“We should probably get dressed,” says Victor.

We open the door to the spaceship once we’re fully clothed and in comes a man with thick winter clothes, covered in snow.

“Finally,” he says. “You had me waiting long enough. The ship’s been patched. You just have to reboot it from the inside.”

“Thank you,” says Victor.

“Yeah, yeah,” says the man, stepping out.

“What got up his ass?” says Kayla.

“I know what got up mine,” I say.

“Oh, my god,” she says, laughing.

“Any time, baby,” says Victor, kissing me.

I pull Kayla in to share it with us.

“As much as I’d like to get in bed with you two again. We have a new mission,” says Kayla.

“To many more missions together,” says Victor, kissing us.

“To many more,” I say. “Thank goodness for body heat being the remedy for hypothermia.”

We all laugh, as we get in our seats and start our forever voyage together.


Atrocious Awakening – Short Story

PicsArt_06-05-08.35.36Originally written some time in 2011.

Fiction short story:

The night is still and cold inside the hospital hallways of Arizona’s finest. A patient by the name of James Hunnigan awoke in the 5th floor. To his astonishment he did not feel familiar with the surroundings he witnessed.

Broken walls and burned curtains was all that remained in his room of slumber. Thoughts of James’ “impatient past” had started to flood his mind. James had been in an accident that rendered him in a coma for nearly a month.

“Where am I?” he wondered.

Sirens wailing, his wife screaming, and doctors assuring him he’s going to be okay were the last glimpses of the vague memory he withholds.

Smash! Glass breaks in a distance.

“Who’s there!?” he asked, cautiously.

He dragged his vacant legs out of bed, forcefully lifting his body to a standing halt. He stumbled toward the door, using the wall as his cane, slightly peering out trying to see where the noise had come from. The hallway was deserted with nothing but broken, flickering roof lights and used surgery equipment surrounding the floor.

Something had gone wrong in this hospital during his mind absence, but all he cared about was getting out safe.

He grabbed a scalpel, holding it tight in his hand while cautiously making his way to the elevator.

Ding! The elevator emerged. He entered warily. He pushed for the first floor while the elevator doors shut. Suddenly the winch came to a brief halt to what seemed to be the third floor. To his surprise when the doors began to open he perceived a concrete line, dividing floors three and two. Unaware of what could be on either floor, he peeked through the third floor… nothing. As he made his way to take a look at his other option, he saw what looked like a person dash into a patient room.

“Wait!” James yelled.

James ducked to squeeze through the half opened door, using his arms as anchors, pulling his limp body trying to avoid hitting his head, but as he got one leg free, the other had been clutched. Hanging and petrified he turned around to see his captor. He couldn’t distinguish what was strangling his legs to get back in the elevator, due to the contraption’s poor light. Ding! His ears caught attention to the familiar sound, as the doors began to close. Without resolution he took the scalpel to the being’s hands, causing blood and looseness of his legs. He floored the second level of the hospital in shock.

“What the hell was that?” he asked himself, terrified.

He anxiously turned to look at his original plan of finding out who the mystery sprinter was.

“Is anyone there?” James muttered.

He came to what seemed to be an operating room. There was a woman lying on the table, bloody and gutted.  Crack! He turned quickly arming himself with the once used scalpel.

“Who’s there?” he asked.

A girl not past the age of adolescence emerged out of the closet doors of the room. James lowered his weapon.

“My m-mommy is d-dead,” she said in between sobs.

“It’s going to be okay,” James told her.

“I don’t know what happened,” she continued. “I was j-just in the room with her, when we heard s-screaming outside. My m-mom told me to hide, so I d-did. Then I heard screaming coming from my m-mommy. I wanted to help, but I was a-afraid.”

“We have to get out of here, okay? Come on, let’s go,” James said.

Holding the girls hand, he lead the way toward the stairs. They made their way down and out the hospital doors, when the shaken girl stopped by a corpse that seemed to have fallen off the fifth floor.

“Mommy!” the broken girl mumbled in sorrow.

The dismantled corpse looked as if it had been attacked by cannibals. Soon after, they found out what they really were. A pack of bloody people that looked like they had rabies caught a glimpse of them from inside the hospital and started to stride toward them.

“Come on, we have to get away!” James screamed.

An ambulance was in sight. They ran to it. The infected were getting close. James managed to open the doors of the ambulance, hurriedly getting inside and hot-wired the vehicle. As they drove away, the grimy continued to chase them, thinking they could catch up.

“We’re out! Everything’s gonna be alright now,” he reassured her.

He glanced back to ensure that she was okay, but a perplexed look came across his face instead, as he saw her beaming white hands with a certain mark… or bite.

Make Your Wish – Short Story


Originally written some time in 2011.

Fiction short story:

I don’t have much luck in love and neither does my cousin Natalie. We both await our true love and would do anything to speed up the process. We just don’t know where the good guys are.

“Hey, Rebecca, you’re not going to believe what I just found out,” shouted Natalie, as she sped toward me.

“What? What is it?” I asked.

“Alex told me there’s a woman at the super market that grants wishes for money.”

“What? No way! Are you sure the wishes come true? I bet it’s all a load of crap!”

“No, no, it’s for real,” she said, anxiously. “They told me they do come true, they wish to find their true love and the next day they do!”

“Well, what are we waiting for then? Let’s go!”

We went to the supermarket and found the woman. We were so excited we just stood right in front of her and waited for her to say something. She looked like a statue. We weren’t sure if we could say anything.

“Make your wish,” she said.

“I wish to find my true love,” both Natalie and I said.

“Granted,” she said.

“Is that it? When will we find our true loves?” I asked.

“Soon,” she said.

As we walked out of the supermarket we overheard somebody talking about Alex being sick and we couldn’t help but wonder if the wishing woman had anything to do with it.

“Rebecca, I’m scared. I don’t want to die after finding my true love. What would be the point of finding him?”

“I know, Natalie. If his sickness does have anything to do with it, then the best thing to do would be to cancel the wish before we find our true love ‘soon.’”

As we headed back toward the super market, I couldn’t help but notice a nice gentleman in front of me who just mesmerized me. Could this be my true love? Why couldn’t I look away?


I wanted to tell her, but Natalie was looking the other direction mesmerized with some other guy near us.

I got Natalie to snap out of the captivation, too and we managed to get moving again. When we got to the supermarket, we went straight toward the woman and demanded an answer to Alex’s sickness. All she responded was “upgrade.” What the hell does upgrade mean? How can we upgrade our wish? Since she wasn’t giving us any real answers we stormed off and decided to ask the villagers if they knew anything.

We managed to find a woman that would answer us.

“I wished for true love myself. I think we all did. When I found my true love, we got together, but I started to get really sick afterward, so I decided to go back to the lady and told her about it, all she told me was ‘upgrade.’ After that upgrade I didn’t feel sick anymore, but I did feel older. I feel like I’m aging twice as fast, but at least I have my true love by my side.”

“What? We’re going to age twice as fast? I don’t want that either. Do you know of any loopholes to this?” I asked.

“There is something that a friend told me about. He came across it accidentally, but he said it’s really dangerous, although it worked. He ages regularly now and he’s with his true love, but I don’t dare try it. ”

The woman said we had to go to the highest mountain and wait for an avalanche to hit us. If we survived this, we would be capable of keeping both our true love and youth. I didn’t want to lose my youth anytime soon, so I told Natalie we should do it.

“No risk, no gain, Natalie.”

“I’m with you, cousin. Let’s do it.”

When we got to the top of the mountain we saw what nobody would have expected. The avalanche ready to charge at us was shaped in a man’s face. At the sight of us, the avalanche laughed manically, ready to make us his next victims.

The Girl in the Mirror – Short Story


Originally written some time in 2011.

Fiction short story:

Karina is a smiling girl who wears light jeans, polo shirts, tennis shoes, and baby blue nails, everything normal for a schoolgirl. She looks nice; like she wouldn’t hurt a fly, but can you really judge a book by its cover? Those long, beautiful, black lashes might really be deceiving and not nurturing, one never knows.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Her alarm goes off to start getting ready for school, she has a big exam today and she must pass it to go on to her next year level.

“Oh, I don’t want to go to school today, I feel so tired,” she whimpers in bed.

Her phone rings. “Hello?” she answers, still in bed.

“Where were you last night, Karina? I tried calling you like a million times and you wouldn’t answer, I thought we were going out to check out that Big Daddy’s Bar to see what all the fuzz is about. What happened?” her friend Marietta asks, warily.

“I fell asleep. I didn’t feel so good last night and I didn’t want to bother anyone with it,” Karina says, annoyed.

“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. You have a very important test today and that’s what you have to be worried about,” Marietta says, “I’ll car pool you to school today. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

Karina sits in her chair, looking at herself in the mirror, putting soft make up on and fixing her short, black hair, before her friend Marietta arrives.

As Karina sits through her test later that day, she can’t help but think about what had really happened last night. She felt bad about lying to her friend Marietta, but the truth is, she didn’t even know herself.

When nightfall strikes once again, a distinguished young lady sits in Karina’s chair, looking in the mirror, fixing her long blonde hair, which remotely looks like a wig, touching up her heavy make-up. The woman finishes touching up and is ready to go out. She wears a black mini-skirt, red halter blouse, and ravishing black stilettos. As this woman walks down the street, drunken men yell things to her.

“Hey, Rachael, you going to give me another night of discount or what, baby?” one of them says.

She keeps walking, as she turns around to respond, “Later, if you guys are good.” She winks at them.

Rachael finally gets to Big Daddy’s Bar. The place is packed with people, from sobers to drunks and ladies to strippers. There are too many people for Rachael to realize who’s there; she keeps walking toward the back to get changed for her show.

Thirty minutes later, the owner of the bar, Jessie, walks into the changing room to inform Rachael that it’s her turn to go on stage.

“Come on, Rachael, hurry up, it’s your turn next. Mind you, we have a lot of youngsters out there so you might be getting good tips tonight.”

Rachael heads toward the stage. She comes out from behind the curtains, slowly, to the beat of the music. She wears very little clothes, but are soon taken off as the music continues. She’s left with a small g-string where men put bills in. As this goes on, Karina’s best friend Marietta walks into Big Daddy’s Bar alone. Karina obviously ditched again.

As Marietta enters the bar, she has a surprised face, as she looks toward the stage where Rachael is dancing.

“Karina?” she asks.

Rachael is putting her clothes back on and walking down the stage.

“Excuse me?” she reciprocates, not knowing whom this Karina is.

“You are Karina!” Marietta exclaims, looking at her closer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rachael says, leaving Marietta startled.

There is no confusion; this is where Karina goes every night. The girl in the mirror is exactly the same person who’s in front of it every morning, but she doesn’t have a clue.

Nothing Can Split Us Apart – Short Story

Originally written some time in 2011.

Fiction short story:

Vivian sits outside Judy’s house gazing up at the stars and twirling a silver dagger with her hands. She’s trying to decide whether to add another scar to Judy’s leg or not. She picks up the bottom of her pant to examine the previous cuts.

“Judy! Are you out there?” her girlfriend Adriana yells.

Shit! What does she want? I told you to tell her you were going to be busy for a while, Judy; can’t a woman have her own fucking space! 

“Yes, I’m out here, Adriana,” Judy responds, as she quickly puts down her pant to hide the scars on her leg.

Send her away Judy or it’ll be her fucking neck on my knife and you’ll be kissing your little girlfriend goodbye.

Vivian hides the silver dagger from Adriana’s view by sitting on it, but still holding on to it with one hand.

“Hey, baby, what are you doing out here all alone?” Adriana asks Judy, as she gets to the bench outside the patio where Judy sits and Vivian is aware of everything.

Alone! Ha ha ha! Fool!

“I’m just looking at the stars; having a little moment to myself to think,” Judy responds.

“Oh, do you want me to leave you alone then?” Adriana asks, disappointed.

“I’ll be inside in a little bit, okay? I just need a few more minutes to think.”

“Fine, do you want something to keep you warm? I noticed you’ve got one hand on your ass and the other one all clenched in a fist.”

“I’m fine,” Vivian snaps. “Just leave me alone, I said I’ll be inside in a little bit.”

Adriana looks at Judy in a way she’s never looked at her before: like a stranger she’d never spoken to in her life. Judy has never spoken to Adriana like that; they were always sweet to each other and reconcile in five minutes for stupid problems, but they never raise their voice is such a way.

“Judy, are you okay?” Adriana asks, concerned.

Vivian looks up at her with an evil look, still clenching the dagger with her hand.

I told you to fucking get rid of her; I hate it when I am interrupted in the middle of my emotional thoughts.

“I’m fine, baby… I’m sorry I snapped, I’ll be right in, you go ahead first,” Judy says, calmly.

Adriana goes inside dissatisfied with Judy’s answer. She knows something’s wrong with her, but she isn’t sure what. All she knows is that Judy has never snapped at her like that before. Judy is shy and calm. And that look she gave her; she has never given her a look like that before. Something is definitely wrong with Judy.

I thought she’d never leave. But you know I was really close to running my dagger across her throat; seems like you saved her this time. You’re too weak to overpower me, Judy, I feed off your fear. And soon I will be strong enough to take over your body and all of you. You don’t know I’m here, but here I am and everything I, Vivian, tell your mind to do, it does. Sometimes I even talk and act for you, because you’re too weak to get what I want; you better get your fucking girlfriend away from where she is not wanted because if she ruins my plans you won’t be too lucky in saving her this time. Now, go back inside. Your little girlfriend has ruined my desires to cut myself for now.

Judy walks back inside where her girlfriend waits for her in the living room anxiously, as she walks back and forth on the rug in the middle of the living room with the house phone clenched on one hand and the other in her mouth for fingernail biting. She walks up to Adriana and pulls her down on the couch, as she sits next to her.

“Hey, baby, I’m back. I missed you. Give me a kiss,” Judy tells her, puckering her lips.

Adriana gets caught off guard. She’s asking for a kiss after how she behaved outside? She just stares at her in amazement.

“Give me a kiss,” Judy repeats.

Adriana sits perplexed, not knowing if it’s safe to kiss her girlfriend — how can she act like nothing happened?

“I said give me a fucking kiss!” Vivian snaps, revealing her silver dagger and holding it against Adriana’s throat.

Adriana sits petrified, not knowing what to do. She doesn’t want to move a muscle in fear of touching the blade. She puckers her lips with fear still in her eyes; then closes her eyes to avoid seeing what’s going to happen next and a small tear sheds down her cheek.

“Gwahahahahahaha!” Vivian laughs maniacally, removing the dagger from Adriana’s throat. “I’m just kidding, baby, I would never hurt you,” Vivian says looking at her with the same evil look she’s given her before, then turns around and walks away to her room without another word.

After Judy goes to her room, Adriana dials her friend Marcus’ number to tell him what has happened.

“Dude, you’re not going to believe this! I’m really freaked out and need somebody to talk to. I love her, man, but something’s wrong with Judy, she has never acted this way before. I don’t want to leave her, I just need to figure out what’s wrong with her.”

“Wow, calm down. What are you talking about? What happened?” Marcus asks.

“She’s been acting really weird lately, like it’s not even her. Right now, she held a dagger to my throat, because I didn’t want to kiss her right away after she asked me to. Judy wouldn’t do that though, maybe I should talk to some type of counselor and have her get checked out, because this can’t be Judy acting of her own accord.”

“Dude, that’s serious and you’re right, that doesn’t sound like Judy. She’s usually really nice. You sure you going to be okay staying the night at y’alls place with her? You can come stay the night over here if you want,” Marcus says.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, she already went up to our bedroom to go to sleep. It’s too late right now but first thing tomorrow morning I am going to call some sort of expert to help me decipher Judy’s new personality.”

“Alright, well I’m going to have my phone in hand, so you better call me if anything happens.”

Adriana hangs up the phone and just sits on the couch with her head on her knees, thinking. She takes a deep breath, then grabs the phone book to look through the yellow pages for a counselor or psychologist.

“Hey, baby, you’re up early,” Judy says from behind, startling Adriana.

“Uh, yeah,” she says, trying to hide the phonebook from view, “I just…”

Judy picks up the phonebook and examines it. She opens up the marked page.

“What do you need a psychologist for? Think you’re going crazy or what?” Judy asks, playfully.

“Uh, no, it’s for a friend. Marcus said he needed someone to talk to, but he doesn’t have time to be looking for phone numbers himself so I’m doing it for him.”

“Oh, okay, honey, that’s all you had to say,” Judy responds, putting the phonebook down and walks to the kitchen.

Adriana notices that Judy’s being herself, so she decides to follow her into the kitchen where she’s preparing some breakfast for them already. Adriana goes up to her and hugs her from behind.

“I missed you, baby,” Adriana says.

“What are you talking about? I’ve been here all the time, silly.”

“I don’t know, you just haven’t been yourself lately and that scared me for a moment. I’m just glad you’re back to normal,” Adriana says, hugging her tighter.

“Okay, loony, maybe you do need the psychologist after all. I don’t know what you mean by me not being myself; I don’t remember acting any different than I am now,” Judy says, as she continues cooking.

“Are you acting or something?” Adriana says. “You’re saying you don’t remember putting a dagger against my throat last night?”

“What!” Judy asks, surprised. “Why in the world would I do that? I would never hurt you; I love you.”

Adriana is very confused; she doesn’t know what to think anymore. Judy seems like she’s telling the truth, like she really can’t remember doing what she did; but she did do it, she did, there was no doubt about it. She chooses to ignore it and believe her girlfriend; she thinks maybe she has just imagined it, she knows Judy would never do something like that.

Their day comes to an end; they had a delicious breakfast and spend the rest of the day talking, telling each other how much love they had for one another. But as night strikes, Vivian’s closer to coming out to play. Judy has no idea that she is being possessed by a second personality that she has no control of. She thinks she falls asleep early every time nightfall comes, that’s why she doesn’t remember anything that Vivian does afterward. Vivian’s plan is to take over Judy’s body and life, she wants to come out and play anytime of the day; the only way that Vivian can do that is if she kills Judy’s girlfriend, the only thing that Judy has left in her life to be happy. Judy had a rough life before she met her girlfriend, she was sexually abused by an uncle and a cousin of hers and when she told her mother about it years later, her mother didn’t believe her, so Judy moved out and spend all day and everyday alone at her house not knowing that she was developing a second personality with all her loneliness. When Adriana moved in with her, her second personality had been fed too long to be stopped and has been coming out every night since first developed. Judy has no idea of her existence making her have no control over Vivian’s personality. Vivian was keeping herself undercover, acting like Judy during night when she comes out instead, but was feeding her rage with emo actions, like cutting her legs until it was the right time to do what she had to do all along, kill Adriana and then perform a ritual with Adriana’s body (Judy’s most prized possession) to keep her own personality inside Judy’s body for good.

Without your little girlfriend in the way your body will finally be mine, Judy; today’s the day, start kissing your little girlfriend goodbye. Nobody can split us apart, especially no dumbass psychologist. Everything is ready; I just need one more thing.

“Adriana, baby, can you come here for a second?” Vivian yells in a nice imitation of Judy’s nice, sweet voice, from the guest room where she has her witchcraft star ready. She holds the silver dagger with one hand, hiding behind the door, ready for Adriana when she comes in.

“Is everything okay, baby?” Adriana asks, as she walks toward the guest room.

“Everything will be fine as soon as I’m through with you,” Vivian says, closing the door after she steps into the room, holding the dagger high.

“Judy, what are you doing? Don’t do this again, please.”

“Judy’s not here right now, it’s just Vivian and it’s going to stay that way forever,” Vivian says, as she charges at her with the dagger pointing at her heart.

Vivian strikes. Adriana dies instantly and Vivian begins with her ritual for the beginning of a new life and destruction for anybody who crosses her path.