I'm not happy.
Like at all.
I let out a heavy sigh, feeling utterly defeated. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. But just so you know, robbing a bank is not an option, even if you really want that cake."
Arielle rolled her eyes. "You're always making excuses. Isn't it your job as the man to find a way to keep me happy, no matter what?"
I stared at the sky, searching for answers or maybe just an escape from this nightmare. When did everything change? When did the girl I fell in love with turn into this demanding, unreasonable person?
Actually...If I'm being honest, the signs were there from the beginning. I just chose to ignore them, hoping things would get better. But now, two years in, I can't help but wonder if I've made a terrible mistake...
"Y/N!!"
"Huh?"
"Are you even listening!?"
"Sorry, I—"
"God! This is what's wrong with you! You can't even pay attention for a few seconds!"
"I said I was sorry."
"Ugh!!"
She stormed off.
What am I doing? Why am I still dating her? I've stopped loving her for a while now...
"Y/N!!"
"I'm coming!"
This is pathetic.
Am I always going to be like this? Why don't I say something?
Wait, what if I don't have too?
Maybe everything will sort itself out. Maybe, I won't even have to say a thing. For how much she hates me, she'll want to break up eventually, right? I just have to hold off until then...
Right?
Right?
...
..
.
Another year has gone by and we're still together. But things have gotten worse. The verbal abuse has escalated into physical violence now. She'll yank my hair, hit me with objects, whatever's in reach. And for some reason, I just take it. I don't say a word. I don't get it. What am I so afraid of?
No.
Who am I kidding. I know exactly why I'm scared.
She's always demanding things, and she never takes no for an answer. So that "joke" she made ages ago, the one about how she'd kill me if I ever wronged her or left her... it's seared into my brain.
And I'm afraid she really meant it.
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..
.
Another year. Still stuck.
She's been telling everyone - my family, my friends, even her own relatives - that I raped her. Abused her. And they all believe it. My life is basically over at this point.
But I never laid a hand on her, I swear. I'm not that kind of guy. Never have been.
I'm just so tired. Physically, mentally, emotionally drained.
Part of me thinks it's only a matter of time before I end up in jail. I don't know how long they'd put me away for, but I doubt I'd win the case. I never win when she's involved.
I've started having these thoughts. Dark thoughts. Scary thoughts.
I'm worried that I might snap and do something...something that would get me locked up for good.
But I'm trying to hold it together. I mean, I've made it this far, right?
I just gotta keep hoping that the truth will come out eventually. That karma or fate or whatever will sort this mess out.
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..
.
I found out today that she's dead. And no, before you go getting any ideas, it wasn't me. I mean, I'm stuck in here eating this sorry excuse for food they serve in prison. Not exactly in a position to go around killing people, am I?
Anyway, apparently she'd been found dismembered. And honestly, I can't say I feel too broken up about it. Call me cold, but after what she did to me, a part of me feels like she had it coming. Is it wrong that I actually cracked a smile when I heard the news?
It's messed up, but sitting here locked up behind these bars, I feel this sense of freedom I haven't felt in ages. Almost makes me want to get up and dance a little right here in my cell.
But here's the thing that's eating at me now - with her gone, any chance of her admitting that she lied about me pretty much died with her. So now I'm stuck rotting away in here for a crime I didn't commit, all because of her lies.
Ahh...how I'd like a fresh start...to just do everything all over again...
I just wanted to live a good life....
When I die...if the afterlife is real...I've got a lot to say to her
Haah, it'd be nice if I could reincarnate...
I don't even know why I still keep writing entries in this journal. I think this might be my last one. It's sorta starting to feel childish y'know?
Dreams and wishes are just that. Wanting another chance at life? This isn't a fairy tale.
Things like that Would Never Happen.
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Karmic Classroom
Teen FictionI already fucked up one life. I'll be damned if I let it happen to her too. When Y/n's life had gone to shit, he figured that there was nothing left for him but to die. But when he woke up as a girl, he thought that maybe he'd been given another cha...
