Crash! A china plate smashed into my bedroom wall, shattering into a million pieces. I sank to my knees, grief and shock crashing over me like waves collapsed over the titanic. Why? Why did you do that? Look what you've done. You're so stupid. You're a worthless piece of shit. The one person you fought for. The one you waited for. The one who could turn you into the messiest or the happiest person in one moment. The one that was worth it. What was it all for? I had to do something. I couldn't live without her. Everything else would be worthless. I couldn't find any meaning for my life. My life without her was poorly spent and the end result was just overwhelmingly depressing. It was just sick, pathetic, and wretched. I felt it rise in me like bubbles in a boiling pot. Anger. So much of it. To me, this world was nothing but evil. It was the first time I felt the desire to kill. When this monster entered me, I'll never know, but I knew it wasn't going away anytime soon.
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Mentally Obsessed
Teen FictionA girl who copes horribly with a breakup and her sadness turns into anger and a desire to kill.
