From Me, to You

 

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Introduction

"From the bottom of my heart, through the leaks of my brain, to the strain of my arm, through the cramp of my right hand, to the tip of my dull pencil, to the scrap it's written on, through the open door of the internet, I give you, my thoughts.

This is From Me...to You." 

~ Kyndra Nicholle 

                                                                  

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Hallucinations Part 1 of 2

Hallucinations Part 1 of 2

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Girl P.O.V

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I see him....every where. 

The kitchen, the living room, the passenger seat, at work, my bed...

He is there. Always. There. 

The difference between an imagination and a hallucination is simple. One you can control and the other you cannot.

No matter how hard I try to control it, I'm somehow still up at night, sleepless and restless, and when I'm not, when I'm finally able to shut my eyes and turn my thoughts off, it's still about him. My dreams are actually about him. It's like he's still there- he's still here. Tormenting me. 

Teasing me with his touch, his erotic voice when he was sleepy, his belly laughs when I did something stupid, that crooked smile he gave me every time I met eye contact with him...

He was simply haunting me. 

And he just...

wouldn't leave me alone. 

 

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Hallucinations Part 2 of 2

Hallucinations Part 2 of 2

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Boy P.O.V

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The ghost that haunts me craves my love, but little does it know, 

I crave hers too. 

Certain ghost can haunt you and if you let them get to you long enough, they can make you delusional. I see this ghost more often than not, in places she use to be most. 

I see her in the kitchen, dancing in the pantry and when she turns and makes eye contact with me, she smiles. I stare at her, but when I blink she's gone, like she was never there. I know she wasn't, so to subside it, I grab a drink from the fridge and I sit down and watch the game. When I hear a distinct laugh, I look to my left and she's stretched out on the love seat, giggling on her phone. This time I stare at her trying to figure out if she's really there or not. Eventually she smiles at me, but I finally get up and leave, trying to get her out my mind. 

I decide to take a shower and when I finish, I grab a towel and place it around me, but as I do so, she stands right behind me, her hands gliding down my bare chest, her breath so cool and close to my ear like she has a secret to tell me. 

I don't freak out though, instead, I find my clothes and put them on and I see a faded reflection of her still behind me as she wraps her arms around my neck, her head rested on my back. As a response, I just turn the lights off, and walk to my bed.

Despite it being night, the ghost doesn't leave me alone. 

Sometimes I wake up and she's already looking at me with that exotic smile on her face like she knew something I didn't. Other times, late in the night when insomnia gets me, she glides her soft fingers down my arms into my hands, wanting my attention, but I don't give it to her....I never do. 

The ghost that haunts me craves my love, but little does it know, 

I crave hers too. 

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