Monday, August 25, 2025

The Broken Obsession. Prologue

 Title  The Broken Obsession

Possible prologue, you decide dear readers.

Hello I’m Christy and ever since I broke my leg and ended up in this full leg cast, I’ve noticed the way people look at me has changed.

Out on my crutches, I can feel their eyes following me. They watch the swing of the cast, the way I balance, the crutches under my arms, even the little details, like my toes sticking out at the end of my cast, painted neatly with polish. Some glance at my bare leg, strong and healthy, next to the one stiff and bound in fiberglass. It’s like I’ve become a scene they can’t look away from.

At first, it felt light and funny. I’d smile, adjust my skirt to show off more of my full leg cast, shift my weight on my crutches. I thought it was just harmless curiosity, people noticing me more because of my situation.

But then I started to see how far it goes. Some don’t just look in passing. They keep staring. Some even follow. And when I’m back home, scrolling on my phone, I notice it has spilled over into digital space. Photos, comments, messages, tracking my moves, admiring me in ways that go beyond simple beauty.

It’s strange to realize when admiration tips into sexual obsession. On the street, it’s a gaze that lingers too long. Online, it’s someone who can’t stop following, liking, messaging, like I’ve become their center.

Being on crutches made me visible in a way I never expected when I first broke my leg and Dr Robinson said 6 to 8 weeks in this first cast. It’s one thing to be admired. But when those eyes never leave, when the digital tracking starts, I can feel it shifting… and that’s when admiration turns into something else entirely.

But then I wonder…

What if I enjoy some of it or most of it? 

The stares, the attention, the way they follow my cast, my toes, my walk on crutches. Should I turn it into a story for you to read what I feel and enjoy? 

A story where the heat of being watched becomes something I play with, something that could be… very, very hot and dangerous.

What do you think—should I write it or just enjoy it by myself? Let me know soon…

Love
Christy 💋


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