Girl Next Door- an Emblem3 story

"My end"

Wes's POV

just like that she disappeared. Walked off. I was bubbling inside and soon I will boil over. One more comment from that girl and she is done. I don't know what she doesn't get from the word stop. She's just making my life a living hell.

I have no clue where I'm going, I just drove. My mind was in space. I didn't know what was happening in the real life, my mind just took control. I just saw the night lex ran, over and over. All the nights she ran from me. Multiple. She was always running. Getting away. But I don't get why she keeps coming back. What is her motive? Why does she run. It hit me. Kimmy. Kimmy is the problem. A problem that won't go away. How did Kimmy get involved. Why is Kimmy involved? I was so frustrated with my life right now. I have been driving in circles for an hour and a half. And I was fuming and fighting with myself. If I could only get my frustration out. I needed to hit something. I hit the steering wheel, wishing It was Kimmy. Yes, if only I could hit Kimmy. Punch her. Across the face. Seeing that poisonous blood drip from her nose. Seeing those evil eyes bruise. That smirk swell.

And that's when I hit her

She came up my windshield, already scratched up and bleeding. Her hair was already rip out. Scratches along her skin. Knees, elbows, face gushing with blood.

And all I could do was sit there with my mouth dropped, eyes wide, and hands through my hair. What have I done?

Kimmys POV

I hate myself. Hate myself. Hate myself. I'm an awful person. Why does my life have to be this way. I just walked. All around town. How did I get into this.

I was done with this crap. I was done with living. Without any question I hit my head to the street pole. I just kept walking. I could feel the blood dripping to my lips and it felt warm. A feeling I never had. It surprised me because I thought I would be a cold blooded bitch. My head throbbed. I stumbled around. I just kept moving.

Soon my arms were in pain. I used the pocket knife to dig deep into my skin. Cutting the skin. Ripping it up. Blood squirting out. Covering my arm and dripping to the pavement I sat on. Get as much blood out. All the blood. I screamed in pain as I dug deeper with the knife. Spelling out the name. I cursed, screaming the name out. My hands covered in my blood. But I kept going. I don't know why exactly because my body told me to stop. But my brain ignored it. It had one motive. Kill. It was like a hawk looking for pray.

Then I saw it

The two lights

It was about 200 ft away

A horn raged out of it

The driver obviously didn't see me

I ran

Before I could stop myself

I jumped In front of it

This would be my end

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Okay that escalated quickly. What do you think? Vote and comment