Excerpts of Stories I'll Never Write

Love?

"I thought you loved me!" She screamed a blood curdling cry that nearly shattered everything in the room, including his heart.

"I do love you," He reaches out to comfort her. The fragile brunette grabs the nearest lampshade and smashes the glass to the floor. Yellow pieces scatter across the room in every direction, slicing everything in their way: including flesh.

She falls to the floor, hands and feet in shards. She doesn't even wince. "All I ever wanted...was to be loved," She whimpers to the floor. The stabbing in her fingers mocked the ripping of her heart.

The sun kissed boy glanced at the mess on the floor and the hurricane of a girl who caused it. "You were loved and you still are, but I have to go. I have to leave. I can't keep living here; I can't keep living like this and neither can you. We drive each other crazy. We make each other act up and nothing like how we normally are. That's not right! That's not love! Love is making each other better. And I love you to the end of everything but I love me too. And it's about time I learn how to put myself first too."