Glass Heart Boy

Strangers

I hated what I became...

Heavy boot steps paced down the alley. A young man stumbled home, deciding to leave his car at the bar, he navigated alleys and shortcuts to get through the city faster. He was handsome! The real stand-up type of guy any girl would feel honored to have. If he bought you a drink, you would find yourself full of confidence and newfound self-esteem.

He was so fucking perfect...

I think that's what I hated? I went home to a great man myself, but these types...these types were poison. Shit, all of humanity was poison! I had no "MO" as they liked to say in the newspapers. I did though...

"You're the girl in the bar!" His words were slurred as he noticed me. I stepped harder so my heels would get his attention. I rummaged in my purse as if I were looking for my keys, but I was shuffling between my weapon of choice.

"Looks like we are headed the same way then!" I laughed, catching up with him.

"Then let me help you home a bit! You never know the intentions of someone late at night," He wasn't wrong about that, now was he? I humbly accepted his offer and he was now in my trap. I followed along as we twisted through a few more alleys before it was boring to me.

People just get so worthless to me after a while...

"Damn it!" I stumbled to the ground and grabbed my ankle. It was a perfect setup, tall heels always snap eventually.

"Are you okay?" He had started to sober up slightly, his words becoming a lot more clear. As he ran over to me, I pulled on a set of gloves from my purse. I had pulled my hair up into a tight bun as we navigated the city. You always have to make sure to leave as little evidence as possible, but I also knew who to pick from the crowds.

Hopeless romantics loved to love, and this was their downfall...

"Yeah, my damn shoe broke!" There was something so satisfying in seeing my prey care so hard before the kill. They were all such good people, but I never felt bad. I was a good person too, at one point, but people took that from me. So I made sure to take it from them too.

"Let me look at it for you. Is your ankle alright?" He kneeled. Poor thing. I was a "brute" and a "monster", that's what the media described me as when I turned the TV on. My husband just felt disgusted every time he saw the reports, amazed at how one person could be so violent. I knew exactly how, and I will save you the details of how I mangled that poor man in the alley. The sense of pure joy and peace I felt.

It would make me look crazy to explain all of that...

I was not crazy. I was not the monster they painted me as. I went home and I was a loyal wife and loved purely. There was a time when this would have never crossed my mind, but that time was far gone. Something breaks in you when you get used up. When the curtains close and you give your all to an audience that sat on their phone, you die inside. I'm not crazy, I just want people to understand what they made me become.

If only they listened to me....