Mad Love

I looked at the business card and scanned it with my phone's camera.

 Dr. Michelle Z. Ramirez

 Psychologist

 Phone: (909) 985-4411

 Website: mramirezpsychology.com

 Instagram: @mramirezpsych

 Twitter: @RamirezMZ

 LinkedIn: Michelle Ramirez

I put the card in my pocket and went home. I checked the date.

I decided to go to the store and buy some cigarettes and some painkillers to help me stop from withdrawals. But I knew that would be a bad idea, right? I should quit all these addictions and be sober forever.

I should just buy the prescription medicines and learn to wean them off. Then, I left the pharmacy and headed back home.

I went inside the house and opened the door. I went upstairs and into the bathroom, then I took out the bottle of pills and stared at it for a moment.

I had no idea what to do. I was so confused, I felt like I was going to cry, but I didn't.

Then I just remembered to tell my brother about my check up today, so I went to him and told him to hide these medicines away from me and only drink them during withdrawals and wean them off until I quit them entirely, eventually.

He agreed and hid them in his room where he sleeps with Elijah. I went back to my room and began to reminisce my thoughts from the past and regret my life choices on how it brought me to this very moment...

"Klei, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I am here. Who is it?"

"It's me, Sharon."

"Sharon? What's up?"

"Nothing really, I just wanted to talk to you."

"Sure, I'm here."

"How are you doing?"

"Fine."

"Are you okay?"

"I am trying to be."

"Is everything alright?"

"I am doing my best."

"Okay. Are you feeling depressed?"

"Depressed? No, not really."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I have been doing my best, and I am trying to help you, that's why."

"You're doing your best? Why?"

"I just do."

"You're a good person Klei, you're not a bad person. You're just misunderstood."

"I don't think so. After all I did... I feel remorse. Not because I was caught, because I feel bad for myself, and not for the people I hurt actually... all the actions I've done against people fired back to me three times the damage I did to everyone all my life."

"Klei, I don't know if you're aware of this, but the reason why you feel remorse is because you're a good person. People are angry with you because you've been doing things that you shouldn't do."

It struck me with realisation, "Wait, how do you know that? No, not because you knew as a stalker, how are you acting rational now? Last time we talked you used to be deranged. Did you finally get help from a therapist?"

"No, I haven't gotten any help. But I am trying to recover from my disorder. I am sorry for all the trouble I caused you, and I want to apologise. I am sorry for being such a psycho bitch, I hope you can forgive me."

"No, it's okay. Actually I enjoyed every single moment of it..." I held her hand, "I enjoyed you being a psychotic bitch obsessing over me, but I was just scared to tell you that I'm in love with you. I just... don't like the feeling of love, I hate the idea of it.

I've always had, ever since I've been always getting cheated on, and being treated like some gold mine every gold digging sluts there are in the world.

There are plenty of fishes in the sea, but you are a rare type. And you're different from all my exes. I never fell in love in a long time, and when I first saw you, I thought I caught some kind of disease.

I even went to the doctor and asked for their help but they told me there was nothing wrong with me. They laughed actually. Because they told me I was just lovesick...

I'm sorry for being rebellious against you, always rejecting your love, I just didn't know how to respond to it. So I became cold and distant which made you into a complete stalker to the point of obsession because I didn't reciprocate your love. So, really, it's my fault. Not yours.

You're just madly in love with me and it's not your fault for having a condition you can't control."

"I love you Klei."

"I know, I know. I love you too. You're my best friend, my frenemy, my psycho stalker, and my girlfriend."

"Really, I'm your girlfriend?" She looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"Well, ugh... let's get to know each other first okay? After a few dates. But I want to be alone for now. But when I have the time, I'll help you go to my therapist, she's been helping me."

"'She'...?"

"Yeah, she, why?"

"Oh, she's a woman right?"

"Yes, she is."

"I thought you were gay."

"Is that supposed to be a joke, because I'm laughing right now." I smirked at her.

"No, no, I was just kidding. Sorry, I'm just so happy right now, I don't know what to say."

"That's okay, I'm glad you're happy. But no crazy shit for a while, alright?"

"Oh, c'mon. You know you like it when I go crazy on you... why can't we have that again?"

"Sharon, you promised to behave."

"But you like it!"

"Calm down... I'll go get you some coffee. Wait here."

I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I poured some water in the pot and turned it on. Then I took out the sugar, milk and a box of instant coffee.

I put them all together and added some cream in it. Then I headed upstairs and entered my bedroom just to accidentally find her making out a picture frame of me.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" I shouted.

"Sorry Klei, I just wanted to see you one last time before you make me leave. I won't do anything crazy anymore. I promise."

"Well you just did. Here's your coffee. And please for the love of Satan, calm down... at least for once."

"Alright Klei, I'll be good. I promise."

"Good girl."

"Thanks Klei, you're the best boyfriend ever."

"Err... You're welcome. But I'm not your boyfriend, at least not yet. Alright?"

"Now, let's get to know each other better."

"I'm sorry but I've got work to do, I have so much to write on WebNovel. If I get enough money I'll be moving to New York City and pursue my career as a novelist."

"What... you're leaving North Carolina?"

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"But I just moved in here with you. I even packed my bags and begged your brother to have me stay with you, I even convinced him you're my boyfriend."

"You did what?! Why did you move in here without my permission?"

"Well it's not your house, it's your brother's. So I asked him instead of you."

"So, what you're just going to trespass here?"

"I mean, isn't that what all stalkers do?"

"Jesus Christ, Sharon...!"

She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck, "Please don't leave North Carolina. I need you here... or else I'm going to track you down and come with you without your consent."

I sighed and thought to myself that I have no way out of this.

"Alright, fine whatever. But if I am financially and mentally stable enough, I will leave because I want to be a bestselling author in the New York Times. You understand me, Sharon?"

"I do, but if you don't mind, I would like to stay here with you. It's so lonely being alone all the time. My parents are in the Philippines and I don't really have friends here except for you."

"Wait, what are they doing in the Philippines? That used to be the country I used to live in."

"My mother is a Filipina. She came to America to study. When she graduated, she met my father who was also a Filipino. They got married and now they're living in the Philippines."

"You're fucking lying to me, aren't you? You can't just change your ethnicity just to impress me."

"No, I swear I'm telling you the truth. I really don't have any friends here, you're the only person I could talk to."

"Sharon, you're not making sense. But fine, whatever. You can stay here with me. In one condition."

"What's the condition?"

"Not in my room, no sleeping in my room, we have a guest room in this house, you can sleep in there."

"Hmph! Fine... but I will eventually find a way in your room anyway... also, where do you keep your knives? So I can put my collection there as well."

"No sorry, that one is private. It's a special case I'm not letting anyone know. You put your knife collection in your room, the guest room."

"Why always the guest room, are you shy to cuddle with me every night?"

"No, because I'm always busy writing books. It's my only way to make a living, at least for now."

"Stop writing all the damned time and spend time with me... pretty please with cherry on top?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that. And God! You're so annoying...!"

"You're such a tease, Klei, my boyfie~. But fine, I'll go to the guest room, but you can never interact with me inside the house at all if I do that."

I just suddenly started thinking for a moment... because I can't let that happen... Can I? So I just told her to stay in my room instead and she said, "YAY!", like a little kid. She's making this relationship like some Joker X Harley Quinn thing. If only I had a batman to be gay for.

"Fine, you can stay in my room. But don't make a mess or touch anything."

"YAY!!!" She hugged me so tight that I couldn't breathe for air no matter how much I gasp for it, "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

"Okay! Okay! Calm down, just don't distract me when I'm working on my book."

***

I was writing my book by typing on my laptop on my bed and Sharon came into my room wearing lingerie.

"Ahem~!" Sharon coughed, seeking my attention. She frowned after I ignored her as she coughed, "AHEM!" again. Which I ignored once more, this time she is disappointed.

She climbed onto the bed in front of me while I was typing, "Ahem~!!!" she coughed, shouter this time.

"Go away, I'm busy." I said to Sharon.

"C'mon puddin' don't you want to rev up your Harley? '' VROOM VROOM!"

I pushed her away from the bed as she fell down and I got my creativity rolling so fast that I couldn't stop writing.

***

After two weeks of staying in North Carolina, Sharon was getting more and more clingy to me and now she's taking over my life. She's everywhere and anywhere, even in my dreams. However, I am now free.

I won the yearly writing contest in WebNovel as first place. I was given 100,000 dollars, a comic, an anime adaptation, a Netflix adaptation on schedule very soon, and I was even advertised all over the New York Times.

I got a call from the New York Times's receptionist and told me to come there as soon as I can. That's when I told everyone in the house the good news.

My brother was proud and happy about it, Elijah had no idea why everyone was so happy, and my sister-in-law Dorothy was excited about it. However, Sharon was very upset about it and just went to the guest room crying.

Should I talk to her or not? I think I should.

So I went to talk to her but she refused to open the door and just kept crying louder and louder.

The following day, I already packed everything, and left my knife collection and told Sharon where they were so I can share a token of remembrance and love from me. But she refuses to go outside of the guest room knowing I will be gone for a long time.

I told her that this might be the last time we'll talk again for a long time, so at least spend one last day with me. But she was in too much distress, however, I can't leave without telling her an official good bye. But I was getting late to New York City.

So I just said goodbye to her through the intercom, and left.

I was excited and nervous at the same time, I was meeting a lot of new people in New York City. And I wanted to meet them all at once.