Notice Me

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Mia sharpened her kitchen knife, smiling into it.

"He will be mine. He will notice me." She said, singing as she layed the knife next to the poison. "Just wait. He'll notice me."

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Sesa sighed as he looked at the mail.
Bill, bill, bill, junk mail, junk mail, pink letter-
Wait, pink letter?
Since when..?

He opened the letter, reading its contents.

Sesa Sesa, open the door.

Just then, there was a loud and persistent knock at the door, making him jump.

Sesa Sesa, call me a whore.

The banging got louder, and the driving rain kept pouring. He slowly, ever so slowly reached for the door, looking at the paper again as he opened it.

Sesa Sesa, fight me no more.

Mia stood there in the rain, soaked to the bone and in a black hoodie.

"Hello, Sesa." She said, smiling and stepping inside. "Our house is quite lovely."
He scowled.
"Mia, get out. This isnt 'Our' house. Its mine." He replied, not closing the door behind him. "Now get-"

She slammed into him, ripping out a knife and holding it to his throat.
"Tch. Typical boy." She said, holding it so close to his throat that when he gulped, it kindly knicked him. "Always trying to tell the girl what to do."

He snarled, then gritted out, "What do you want, Mia?"
She smiled, put the knife down, then said, "You."
"Me?"
"Yes. You." She replied, smiling and kissing the bead of blood.
"Mmm... You taste amazing." She said, licking the little amount of blood away.

He gulped.
This girl was a freak!
"Leave me al-"
"No!" She screamed, the lightening crackling in the background.

They were both silent for a moment before she quietly said, "Thats your problem. You expect people to leave you alone. But not me. Never me."

Sesa sighed, then closed the door behind him.
"I cant send you home in the rain. Come morning, you leave." He said, walking to the couch and flopping down.

She smiled, then layed on top of him and smiled.
"Deal." She said, getting a sigh from him as he slowly fell asleep.