He's Mine

It was in the mail that day. One note with about 790 words written on it but on 4 words mattered to anyone who was reading it. I lay the letter on the kitchen table then paced up and down the living room for 53 minutes, that was exactly enough time build up the confidence to grab the letter knife. I waited for another 29 minutes contemplating if I should even open it and then I ripped it open. Starring straight onto the only 4 words that mattered. They said.

I REALLY hate you! This letter, this abomination, oh god, I thought he loved me. I loved him, I showed that to him with the lock of his hair I kept in my wallet and all of the photos I took of him sleeping. I had showed the 7 600 page notebook I had written our names in, Erica and James Lightson. It just sounds so perfect. So why had he dumped me then? The letter was entitled 20 reasons why I Really hate you

#1 Because your a really creepy psychopath. I object, I am the worlds best girlfriend it just that lately I feel that he has been cheating on me, well thats at least what my doll magazine told me. I usually would be fine with that but this year I have 2 not 1 but 2 tickets to the couples only dance this Saturday and I am not taking my dog again this year. I couldn't even take him if I wanted to because RSPCA has taken him away again. So I am dateless for formal again!

At least I have the perfect dress that will make him want me back again. The day arrived at last. The long days of death stares, people running away from me and teachers requesting me to go to another class, those days are over. My mum helped me with my dress, did my hair and covered my face in makeup. I ran downstairs smiling furiously, grabbed my bike and wet straight to the school hall. I saw him immediately, with some girl from chemistry class. She isn't right for him, I am. He sees me approaching and makes a quick move to escape. It fails, I grab him and show him the collage I made of us. He tells me to leave him alone and that I shouldn't be breaching his restraining order. I'm done with this, if he won't love me I will make him. I take out my gun and force him into the cab. We arrive home and mum helps me to get him onto the kitchen table. She congratulates me and we both help lock him into my closet. He's never coming out unless he loves me.