🔵Gabe's POV 🔵
The word hate is hard to define.
According to the dictionary, hate is when you feel extreme aversion or hostility towards someone.
But, it's more than that; more than a measly definition.
It's this feeling of destruction and chaos deep within you.
A negative energy that alters your perception.
You can't control it; it controls you.
Hatred paralyses life; darkens our existence. It turns us into revenge seeking, disconsolate, lifeless beings.
Some people are strong enough to overcome it and continue on with their lives, others can find it hard; they're unable to detach themselves from the ominous puppeteer that looms over them.
They can never find it in their heart to ever forgive.
That's what it's like to hate someone.
It's when you say "fuck you" in your head every single time you think of them.
It's when you just can't stand hearing their name, and their voice drives you insane.
It's when you just absolutely know you wouldn't give a fuck if something bad was ever to happen to them.
My whole life I've told myself I hate Blake.
So why am I frantically screaming her name at the top of my lungs, desperate to get just a glimpse of her in amongst the angry dark water?
My heart is in overdrive, pounding rapidly on the inside of my chest making me feel nauseous, like I'm going to throw up at any moment.
The enraged salt water keeps punching me in the face, making it impossible to tell if I was crying or not.
The more I struggle the more disorientated I become. Up, down, left, right, nothing is making sense anymore.
I ignore the feeling of my drenched clothes weighing me down, as I hastily fight against the wrathful waves trying to drown me.
I push with my arms and legs but I can't find leverage, for all I know I'm pushing myself further down.
My lungs burn for more air and even though I know I won't get anything my body still takes a breath. Cold water fills my mouth and threatens to enter my lungs.
I can feel the blood pounding behind my eyes and the lump that is forming on the back of my head where I hit it only mere minutes ago.
It is as if I was at war, I yell and scream as loud as I can; plead to god, but I can't hear my puny voice over the battle. Over the engaged salty waves
How the hell is she supposed to hear me if I can't even hear myself scream?
Panicking, my breathing becomes laboured and the urge to throw up grows with each passing second.
She's not even a good swimmer.
She hates not being able to touch the tiled surface at the bottom of swimming pools.
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Stranded Together
Teen FictionPeople often say that 'hate' is a strong word. But for Blake Stevens and Gabe Tiller, it's not strong enough. Blake, a geeky and sarcastic wallflower, and Gabe, a popular womanizing jock, despise each other with a burning passion. Their mutual loath...
