Short Stories!

Lies -Trigger Warning/RL-

This is based in the real world. This could happen, and has not happened to me. Warning...this is pretty fucked up.

I recently got a new boyfriend. We have been together for around three weeks. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said, with a loving look in his eyes. I smiled, "Yeah. Can I have a good night kiss?" He frowned, "I really need to go. Right now." I nodded, a little said. We parted our ways and I went inside my home. To my room. I peeked out my window, to make sure his ride got here. A red sports car on the rode. He walked towards it...and the driver door opened. Out stepped a girl with long blond hair. She wore a slutty dress, one that showed her breast, and stopped right in the middle of her thighs. I frowned slightly, maybe this was his sister. Then...he smiled, placing a hand on her cheek. And../he kissed her. It wasn't in a sisterly manor, or a hello kiss. It was...passionate. I gasped. I ran down stairs, opened my door and stood there. He turned around quickly, shocked. I felt my eyes tear up. He starred at me, "I-I can ex-explain." The slut stepped in, "Oh! Is this that bitch you were gonna dump? For me?" My eyes widened. "What did you call her?" The slut asked, "A little whore not worth your time?" He didn't say anything. A tear slid down my face. "I-I..." He said my name, "It's over. We are threw. I'm sorry." I didn't say anything. I ripped of the  necklace he bought me and threw it down. I turned around, trying to hold back tears, the slut threw some more comments at me. And I didn't listen. However. I stopped, "Hey...You remember when I told that I cut? And how I tried to commit suicide. You told me to never do that, never cut. And you said you loved me, that was a lie. And I promised you....That. Was. A. Lie." I slammed the door shut, locking it. I heard him pounding on it, telling me not to do it. I cried harder and grabbed my razor....and I grabbed my gun. I slit my wrist. Watching blood pour out. I held the gun to my head, and clicked it. The door busted open, and he looked at me. I looked at him, tears running down my face, and yelled, "I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!" 

*BANG*

The cops came that day. Blood was every where. The day of the funeral happened. He showed up, and left her a single rose. And a note.

I'm sorry.
I was never going to leave you, the girl I was with. She tricked me, said that if I didn't brake up with you, she would  ruin your life. I did that to protect you. I never thought....I never thought you would do that. I never loved that woman. I never called you a whore. I always loved you. And as I'm writing this, tears are dropping onto the paper. I don't even know why I'm writing this. You'll never see it. You'll never see the truth. But. Maybe. It's for me? So that I tried to tell you? I don't know. But...My love...don't worry...
I'll be joining you soon.
                                                Signed, 
                                                               Your love.