My Girlfriend (Short Horror Story #1)

          I lay in my bed comfortably. The soft and fluffy sheets relieved me and put me in a somewhat calm mindset. The pillow that my head rested upon engulfed me. My fingers met a silk and soft area that lay still on my chest. I gently ran my fingers through this familiar sense; it was her, more specifically her hair. She was lying on my chest, resting silently while my fingers danced and played with through strands of her hair. I enjoyed these kinds of moments that I had with her, just us. I moved my hand from her hair to the small of her back; slowly letting my fingers stroll through it along her. I pressed my lips daringly against the crown of her skull. Her skin was cold and had a foggy pale tint over it. Over the days her skin had become this color, I didn't know why though. Maybe it was the seasons changing, or was she getting sick?

      The only sound in the room was the air conditioner humming softly. I moved my hand again, this time to her neck. I let my hand rest there. I felt her soft skin come in contact with my fingertips. I leaned my head down and let my chin rest on top of her head. I sniffed her head slowly, expecting to smell the flower-scented perfume that she adored so much. That I adored, but that scent wasn't what hit my nostrils. It was a foul and putrid smell that made my stomach clench. I can only describe this smell as death. Like the final smell, an animal is sent into the air as it lies dead on the road becoming roadkill. But it wasn't my first time smelling this so I knew how to act. I sighed and reached over to my bedside table and pulled on the drawer of it. The drawer opened and multiple perfumes revealed themselves. I grabbed our favorite flower-scented one and sprayed it upon her. Once, then twice, then a few more times until it was just enough to mask the smell. She smelled like herself at that moment, well the old her. Not my favorite version of her.

      The old her talked too much and didn't listen to me. She was a harlot that tried to leave me. But I couldn't let that happen now, could I? What kind of man would let the love of his life walk out on him? Not me. So I fixed her. Now she'll never have another thought about leaving me, an opinion about how I do things in my home, and she'll never get up and walk away from me. I love the new her. The one that is quiet, obedient, and loyal to me. The only downside is she smells from time to time but that's an easy fix. I've done anything and everything to keep her mine because she's my girlfriend.