Alesha's P.O.V

Looking up at the tall, two-story building that used to be my home, I feel a lot of negative memories resurface. Too many instances of my parents hating me for what I am and what I chose to do for fun. Why couldn't they just let me be who I am? I wasn't even being harmful to anyone at the time. It's just....sad that I ever thought that I could tell them how I felt inside. Kids are supposed to have that luxury with their parents, the chance to be open so that both can better understand each other. My parents, though, proved otherwise.

I stand all alone on the sidewalk, a light breeze passing by me. The day is one of plentiful sun and abundant blue skies. In other words, a perfect day. It certainly started that way at least, but coming back here has really soured my mood to be honest. I told Steven that it'd be best to split so we both wouldn't get caught and that was partly true. However, the main reason was because I wanted to visit this place one last time before I destroy it for good. I totally hate having to return to this place, but I knew I'd have to eventually. Better do it now than let it fester in the back of my mind and ruin my attitude when Steven's around, which is the time I cherish above all else. As a matter of fact, it's not so long ago since I've been here. The way the past few days went by, I'd almost thought several lifetimes had gone by already. But, no. Taking a peek at the window on the second floor, I recall a time only a week earlier before Steven turned 18.

~~ One Week Earlier... ~~

I sigh in a mix of anger and sadness, leaning out my open bedroom window with my chin on my fist. Life has continued to be a nuisance to me during my every waking moment. My teachers at school don't like me, homework gets dog-piled on me constantly, my classmates mock and belittle me behind my back, and even my parents hate me. Well, sort of hate me, but not entirely. It more so has to do with something or rather......someone special to me. The only person that fills me with warmth and happiness. My bright spot in this harsh and dark existence.

It's a boy named Steven. I fell in love with him so long ago and that love has only grown since the two of us have reached our teenage years. We haven't even properly met each other yet, but I intend to change that very soon. Clutching my hands to my chest while picturing him in my head, I lean back from my window and trace my fingers along the numerous photos stapled and glued to my bedroom walls. All are of Steven, some when he's outside, some when he's asleep in his bed, and some are just of him smiling. I like to imagine that he's smiling at me in those pictures. I took all of these photos myself, even having to go so far as to sneak into his house to get the pictures of him sleeping. I was tempted to get into bed with him during these times, and I almost did, but those family members of his always got in the way, leaving me no choice but to settle with just what little I could manage. I also have some where there are other people around him, but the thought of those....leeches being so close to Steven enraged me so much that I either scribbled over their faces or just cut out pictures from my yearbook and placed them over top of the faces. Those are my favorite.

I walk around my entire room about four times looking over all these photos before I go and lay down on my bed. A couple more pictures of sleeping Steven are stapled right next to my pillow and besides that, I was able to construct a body pillow of Steven for when I got super lonely. The body pillow is really just one of his shirts that I snatched along with a photo of his face, but it keeps me happy. I do have another shirt of his though that I sniff whenever I go to bed and hold to my chest upon going to sleep or alternate that with even wearing it to bed with nothing on underneath. It's the closest contact I can have with him right now. I grab the very shirt itself right now, burying my face into it while deeply inhaling, letting his scent fill my nose and make my mind go hazy. I don't ever let my parents wash it. That would anger me to no end. It also angers me that I have to breathe regular air and not just his scent. When I put his shirt down, this then gets proven because I immediately hate the smell of regular air. I want to go right back to smelling Steven. But there's then a knock at my door that interrupts me from putting his shirt back on my face.

"Alesha! Dinner time!" My mother's voice calls from the other side of my bedroom door.

I groan at hearing this, feeling plenty comfortable where I am right now and not really up for it. But, if I don't, she'll probably yell at me anyway, so best I avoid that. Setting the shirt down on top of my covers, I raise myself up off of my bed and head out my bedroom door. Two flights of stairs later and I'm walking into the kitchen, Dad already sitting at the circular dinner table while Mom is serving herself up some of the chicken skillet she cooked. Mom was kind enough to put together my plate for me already and, just to be nice, I thank her for it when I sit down. She's then quick to join me and Dad at the table, preemptively starting dinner once she sits down.

"So, how's school going, sweetie?" Mom asks me.

"It's alright, I guess" I shrug, beginning to eat, "Nothing that I can't handle".

"Good" Dad chimes in, sounding pleased, "Have you at all given any thought to the extracurricular activities I suggested to you?"

"Yeah, I thought about them, though I don't really feel like I'd belong in any of them" I comment back, "I mean, I'm not the best swimmer, there's not enough people that want to hang around with me that a book club would fix, and the girls on the volleyball team just look at me funny. The school's made it more than clear that they don't like anything about me".

"Now, I'm sure that that's not true" Dad says, trying to sound reassuring.

"Maybe you just haven't found the right place for yourself yet" Mom suggests, making me unconsciously roll my eyes, "But enough about school. Have you met any boys recently?"

"No, I haven't" I state rather bluntly.

"After all this time, you still haven't found a boy you like?" Mom frowns as her tone switches to a more 'understanding' level, "Sweetie, I want to ask you something and please don't be ashamed by this, but.....do you like girls?".

Her sudden question nearly causes me to choke on my food. But, I cough it out and glance back at her with an expression that's a combination of shock and 'wtf?'.

"Mom, I'm not gay" I clarify, spooning more chicken and rice into my mouth, "I know for a fact that I'm into boys and the reason why is because I already found someone who I love that's the only boy for me".

"Is that so?" Dad remarks, "Who is this boy?".

"Oh, you know, he's the same age as me and is tall with curly black hair. Wears a pink jacket with a perfect smile on his face most of the time" I describe, envisioning Steven in my head, "I just can't wait to meet him".

I accidentally let that last part slip and unfortunately, it gave me away to my parents, who's expressions turn sour with disappointment. I have told Mom and Dad about Steven before, with the slightest hope that they'd support my wishes like parents do and maybe even help me meet him. It didn't go over well with them, though, and both essentially told me to stop. It's been multiple times that they've repeated it to me and I still haven't listened to this day. I can tell by their faces that they're getting tired of it too. The solution, in my mind, is pretty simple: let me love who I've chosen to give my love to and be happy for me. But, they won't do that and would rather make things difficult.

"Alesha, how many times have we told you to leave the Universe boy alone?" Dad says sternly.

"Dad, I love him! Why can't you just let me happy?" I reply in exasperation.

"Because your behavior towards that boy is not normal at all! Taking photos of him! Stealing his clothes! Watching him from your room! You are obsessively stalking an innocent and good boy that certainly doesn't want anyone violating his privacy! I have half a mind to schedule an appointment with a psychologist and have you evaluated!" Dad responds, looking angry.

"But I can't just stop! He means the most to me out of anyone I have in my life! I think about him all day, have dreams about him and I, and I even think about him when I shower. That's perfectly normal for someone who's in love" I state, lightly hitting my fist on the table.

"Young lady, you will take all those photos of Steven Universe off your wall and return those shirts back to him or I will start taking privileges away!" Mom demands firmly.

"Mom, I'm not three years old anymore! I'm sixteen and I can do what I want!" I snap back at her "Those pictures aren't hurting him, so there's nothing wrong with them at all. I swear, you're trying to ruin the only thing that makes my life worth anything!?!".

"GO TO YOUR ROOM!!" Dad points upstairs, sounding really mad.

Huffing, I stand up and swiftly turn my back to my parents, walking away with a noticeable attitude in my step. Stomping up the stairs, I just about slam my door behind me before I throw myself onto my bed and hit my fists against my covers. I hate them so fucking much!!! They'll never understand me! Then, looking up, I see my Steven body pillow lying there, propelling me to sit up and grab it. Sniffing it a tiny bit, I hug it tightly, smiling, and fall back to where my head rests on my normal pillow. Oh, Steven, you always know how to make me feel better! I love you so much! I'd give you my virginity without any questions~! Leaning up, I kiss the picture on the lips as if it were the real him. It's enough for now, but I can't wait to get a kiss from the actual Steven~.

You know what? I should go visit him. Nodding to myself, I put the body pillow down on my bed and look out my open window. Slowly climbing out, I keep a hold onto my window ledge before letting go and falling into the bushes below. That helps ease my fall. I then pick myself up and run in the direction of Steven's house, not caring that I don't have any shoes or socks on. It's a quick jog to get out of my neighborhood and a bit longer sprint to head out past the city, but nevertheless, I soon feel the sand between my toes and the sight of his beach house coming into view. Once I get closer, I slow down and work my way carefully up the steps and onto the porch. Crouching next to the window on the far right of the door, I clench the window ledge and peek inside.

My eyes are quick to find him and soon as I see him clearly, my heart beats faster while I lovingly smile. However, that soon disappears when the tall, pale-skinned mom of his walks in along with another skinny blue-haired lady and a shorter green-skinned girl. Steven sits at the counter of his kitchen bar while the pale one goes around the other side and starts talking to him. He doesn't seem all that interested in talking back, though, which makes me unconsciously yell at the lady to go away and let my Steven be. But then the blue lady sits down next to him, making my blood boil and my hands grip the window in anger at how close she is to my love. What makes me then grit my teeth is that Steven actually doesn't seem to mind talking with her. She's probably his girlfriend or something and that alone makes me hate her. I'm so mad right now that I'm two seconds away from going in there and strangling the blue chick for simply existing. The short, green one then walks over and refers to the blue one as "Lapis" in the way that she should give Steven some breathing room. "Lapis" then sighs and agrees, remarking that it is getting dark out to the point where she and "Peridot", who I can only assume to be the green girl, ought to head back to "The Barn". Steven then wishes them good night and the two females head my direction, making me duck down as they walk right out the door. Neither of them notice me there and then suddenly, Lapis sprouts wings made of water from her back. She then grabs Peridot's hand and flies them into the air towards the city.

Letting out a sigh of relief at the fact that I wasn't found, I get back to looking through the window, my gaze locked on Steven. He looks so lonely just sitting there by himself and it pains me that I can't go in there and give him the company he deserves. It's all their fault. Those ladies surrounding him make him feel along, I just know it. He'll never be truly happy until they're gone. Which means....that I'll have to kill them....and anyone else that stands in the way between my love for Steven. My hands then start shaking and my breathing increases, my mind starting to get unstable from all the thoughts I'm having about eliminating his family. Speaking of which, though, I best get home and write some of this stuff down before my family notices my absence. Keeping my eyes on Steven for a second or two longer, I then plant a kiss on the glass and duck down, sneaking down the porch and running back towards home.

It's almost completely dark out when I run back into my front yard. But now I'm faced with a bit of a problem seeing as I can't reach my bedroom window from down here, meaning that I'll have to sneak in through the front door and hope that my parents don't see me. Walking up to it, I reach for the doorknob, with the intent to turn it slowly, before it's then opened for me. Standing on the other side are Mom and Dad, both with upset expressions on their faces. Well, shit.

"Go to the kitchen, Alesha. It's time we had our final talk about this issue of yours" Dad instructs stiffly.

Not saying anything, I walk past him and Mom, going right to the kitchen while they shut the front door behind me. I stand with my back against the counter, waiting as the two of them walk over and stand in front of me, Mom with her hands folded over one another while Dad has his arms crossed.

"Your father and I came to your room earlier to talk to you, but we found the window open and you no where to be seen? Now, tell me the truth, sweetheart, did you go spy on the Steven Universe boy?" Mom asks, her tone on the edge of sounding angry.

"Yes" I respond casually.

Mom sighs and turns to Dad, who speaks next.

"That's what we were afraid of" He says, "We had hoped that you would've maybe taken what we said to heart and given up this sick obsession with a stranger that you haven't even met. But, as your absence has proven, there's no changing your mind. Alesha, I'm sorry to have to do this, I really am. Your mother andI didn't think we'd ever have to do this to you, but we're going to have to call the police".

"What!?" I exclaim.

"Sweetie, stalking is illegal here in our country. Once the police show up here tomorrow, you'll escorted to the station before sent to a juvenile detention center for rehabilitation" Mom says, looking ready to cry.

I, on the other hand, feel something snap inside me. Darkness and evil fills my heart, making my hands stop shaking and my breathing slow down. I no longer love or hate my parents. They're not even my parents anymore. They're just people. People who are trying to....take Steven away from me forever. I won't let that happen....oh, no, I won't! My left casually reaches backwards, brushing over the handle of one of the kitchen knives in the knife block.

"So that's how it has to be, huh?" I say, my voice devoid of emotion.

The people in front of me who used to be my Mom and Dad pause, frowning.

"Alesha?" The woman asks, seemingly looking for clarification.

"You would rather keep my future husband from me. You would rather lock me away. You would rather prefer that I am miserable for eternity and keep me wishing death upon myself since I can't be happy without my love" I continue, my grip on the knife handle tightening, "And I can't allow any of that".

The two people before me now look pretty scared at my words. They try to speak to me, but they've been tuned out. They're nothing but pests now, pests that need to be exterminated. With a quick swipe, I pull the knife out of the block and stab the woman in the eye with it, causing her to scream with pain. Blood begins pouring out around the knife and the man steps forward to try and save her. However, he's too slow, and gets slashed across the throat when I pull the blade out of the woman's eye. The man stumbles backwards, clutching his bleeding throat while the woman sinks to the ground and covers her eye. I then jump the man and send him to the floor, a rush of adrenaline surging through me as I repeatedly thrust the knife into his chest over and over. His blood gets all over me, even clouding my vision until I wipe my eyes and notice that he's finally dead.

Without a word, I stand up and walk casually over to where I left the woman, finding her trying to crawl away. My foot on her back stops her in place, leading me to grab her hair, yank her head up, and stab her through her other eye. Seeing as the tip of the knife is sticking out the back of her head and she's gone completely still, it's safe to assume that she's dead as well. I let her body fall to the floor, blood pooling around her. Turning my arms over in a slow and casual motion, it's very clear that I'll have to go shower. But first, I break open the glass door to our cabinet with my fist and drag a bottle of wine. I heard adults drink this in celebration of something and I never got to try it before. The situation is ripe for celebration, so I take it with me upstairs, tracking bloody footprints across the carpet.

Once I get to my room, I set the wine bottle on my desk next to my blank notebook and strip until I'm completely naked. Throwing the clothes in a corner, I trudge into my bathroom, step into the shower, and start the hot water. It doesn't take long for the crimson liquid to get washed off, but my goes right back to Steven instead of fully paying attention. I imagine that he's in here with me, hugging me from behind and running his hands down my sides. My hands mimic this and soon find their way between my legs, immediately going to rub my special spot. My motions then get slower, my fingers running deeper. My eyes close and I lean back, sighing in pleasure. Oh, Steven, you make me feel so good~!

On and on I go until I cum all over my hands, bliss resonating through me. My special liquids then get rinsed off my hands before I shut the shower off, getting out and drying off with a towel. Still naked, I walk back into my bedroom and look for something to wear. I find my solution quickly, grabbing Steven's shirt that's on my bed, sniffing it again, and then put it on over my bare chest. I then pull out a clear pair of panties, slipping them on over my butt as I grab a picture of Steven smiling. I smile back at it, give it a kiss, and then stick it down my underwear right over my entrance.

I then take a seat at my desk and pull the cork out of the wine bottle, putting it to my lips and drinking. The taste is a bit stale, but I take another long drink before setting it down and getting a start on writing down those I'll have to kill around Steven to ensure that he'll be mine forever. There's the five ladies who live in the house with him, the girl with brown skin and black hair, the short girl with blonde hair, and also the two girls who work at that pizza restaurant. I write down the names of those that I've heard get called by their names, but also leave plenty of room to fill in the names of those I haven't heard yet. I soon drain the wine bottle and have my head against my desk, feeling ready to pass out. Just before I actually do, though, I grab another picture of Steven I have on my desk, gazing at it lovingly.

I love you, Steven~❤

~~ End of Flashback ~~

Standing in the doorway of that same room, now 7 days later, I look around the place, taking in all the things that changed about it since that day. Bunches of clothes are strewn across the floor accompanied by the occasional empty wine bottle, though three lay on my desk alone. Yeah, I sort of....went a little crazy. The police never came since the call hadn't been placed yet, but I wasn't going to complain. I also called my school and told them that I'd switched to another school out of state. They accepted that lie rather easy. That left me all alone at home with nothing else to worry about. But it also meant that nobody else would bother me or get between my love for Steven. I planned on finally meeting him once his birthday rolled around, but since there was still about six days until the day itself would dawn, my mind just went all over the place.

The days that followed were a large combination of lounging around, drinking wine, and masturbating. I also kept walking around the house naked, which even looking back at now was a bit odd, but I felt comfortable so who cares? All the alcohol I consumed, though, led to me to throwing up quite a bit, which got old after a while and ultimately made me stop. Whenever I wasn't laying around lazily or pleasuring myself, I was planning out how Steven's birthday would go. I had intended to dress up nicely, go over to his house, see if he'd let me stay for dinner and in the time we get to know each other, ease him into a kiss that would immediately turn into sex.

However, only part of the plan really went according to what I had prepared for. I had my purple dress on was ready to go when the evening rolled around, but since my teenage mind wasn't quite used to strong amounts of alcohol, I ended up doing something or other that landed me in the hands of the police. Can't at all remember what it was, but it landed me right in that room with Steven, so I guess things still worked out in my favor. The rest has been some adventure indeed, but yet here I am back at home where it all started for me. Sighing, I slowly walk into my room and gaze at the many pictures of Steven I kept up. I can't bring all of them with me, so I'll just have to pick my favorite and let the rest go up in smoke. My eyes scan the rows upon rows of photos, trying to figure out which one will be the winner. My hand then just reaches out and touches one, my gaze following closely. It's one of Steven sleeping with a smile on his face. Feeling plenty satisfied with my selection, I tuck it in my pocket and head over to my desk. Clearing those aforementioned empty wine bottles off, I come across the other item I wanted to get still laying right where I left it.

The list of names/people that I intend to kill.

Briefly looking over the list once more, I notice that there are some changes that need to be made. Grabbing a pen, I cross out "pale lady" and "tall, strong, red-skinned lady" since Steven told me the story of how he got arrested. However, I then write "Officer Maheswaran" on the next blank line. He's already proven to be a pain and is especially driven to take Steven away from me. Once his name is added, I rip the page out of my notebook and put it in the same pocket as my picture of Steven. That should be everything I need. Now it's time to erase this place.

I quickly head downstairs and into the garage, getting our gas can out that Dad kept to refuel our snowblower. Taking it in one hand, I go back inside and into the kitchen, fishing around in the drawers until I pull out the matches. Those go in a separate pocket of mine before I trudge upstairs and unscrew the lid of the gas can. I then spread an equal amount in each room before leaving a trail down the steps and continuing that trail all through the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and even the garage itself. I then finish off this trail by circling back around to the front door, heading outside and going all the way back to the sidewalk. The gas can is then tossed aside, leading to the matches getting taken out. I take one out of the box, strike it against the side, and see the flame form. I then casually drop the match on the trail of gasoline and watch as it spreads fast, running right into the house. Pretty soon, more and more flames appear and before long, the whole house has caught fire. Looking at it without any sign of expression, I turn on my heel and walk away down the sidewalk, heading in the direction of the meet-up spot I alluded to.

Time to bury the past and make tomorrow however we want it to be. Now that Steven's my boyfriend, I'll do anything to protect our love. Even if that means killing everyone in this entire town.