She's stealing more away.
I can't do it again, not this time. I'm getting angry.
Very angry. I want to stop thinking of her. Delete her from my memory and life.... I can't.
She's smiling. It's worse.
I want to break every bone in her body and watch her suffer.
She's laughing. With my friends. It's unbearable. I can't do this. I want to hit something. I need to hurt something.
I'm walking out back.
I can't give her the satisfaction of seeing me like this.
Once I'm outside, I run. I run far. Then I break. I'm crying. I'm screaming. I pull out my sissors. Something is dripping. I can't tell if it's blood or tears. Red still clouds my vision.
I fall to the ground. Nobody is coming to see if I'm okay.
If I'm alright. There's no use explaining anyways. It has never mattered before.
A weird feeling sweeps over me.
Im there, physically. Mentally, I'm gone.
Locked away from the world. From her.
Maybe one day it will be okay....
...Today is not that day.
