Hunter's Door

There was only one rule: don't open the door.

It was painted in bright red letters on the door's chipped frame, so Hunter couldn't forget.

A faint tapping could be heard from the other side.

"Is everything alright in there?" asked Hunter. The door knob jiggled and an enraged scream followed, but the door held.

Everything is okay, thought Hunter, this is normal. "Do you need help," he asked.

"Yesss," hissed the voice on the other side, "Open the door."

Hunter rubbed his temple. He wanted to help. he really did, but he had that one rule.

"I'm not allowed to," replied Hunter.

"Not allowed to!? Have I ever hurt you before?" Screeched the voice behind the door.

Hunter ran his hands through his hair before answering. "All the time."

"But I make you happy." Pleaded the voice behind the door.

Hunter rubbed the scars running up and down his arms and quickly hid them. "For like a second. Then all hell breaks loose."

"But it is such a good second, Hunter. Think of all the times we have spent together."

Hunter's chest tightened. His heart felt like the door the voice was pounding on. "I can never forget," answered Hunter.

"Neither can I. You're a lot of fun, Hunter. Why don't you let me out. We can have one more fun night together."

"I don't need you anymore. I don't want you!" Screamed Hunter.

"Hunter." cooed the voice, "You don't mean that. Open the door. I don't want you to be alone."

Hunter started to sweat, and whispered, "I hate being alone."

Hunter opened the door. A rush of warmth ran through Hunter's body as he let the voice in. In return, the voice added a tally to the man's arm and tightened its grip around his heart.