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ALL NAMES, PLACES, AND INCIDENTS ARE PRODUCT OF AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS AND EVENTS ARE PURELY COINCIDENCE.

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DEAD. Word that describes my life now. Word that describes you.

I was in the corner of the room, sitting alone. Holding a knife and repeatedly cutting my skin, repeatedly piercing my flesh. It didn’t fcukng hurt. There was no pain at all. I was empty.

The thunder strikes and light entered my room. It was in a total mess. Clothes were all over, broken pieces of mirror were on the floor and pictures of you were torn into pieces. Messy was an understatement, because everything was disordered.

I was crying, no sobbing. It was just that my eyes betrayed me that tears continuously fell.

The rain started, and darkness fills into the room. The room that used to be lively and full of happiness was now dull and nothing but full of our blur memories.

“This is entirely your fault” was the only thing I can think of. I clenched my fist and held the knife tightly. I’m just staring at the other corner of the room, looking intently at those shitty garbage; Memories from the past are coming back.

Two years ago, I was just a plain student that no one even bothered to talk to. They called me weird, I don’t even know why. Because I’m no different from them, I was just skinny, pale girl who loves to paint. I was walking on the field, holding my new bought canvass and paintbrush when someone pushed me to the ground.

They shoved me into dirt. I tried to stand up but I chose to stayed on the ground because they were encircled on me. They kicked and spitted on me. Oh what have I done to them? I’m so hopeless because no one dared to help me, people was just watching.

But then you came. You were just like a knight in shining armor that saved a damsel in distress. We became friends. Then we always sit next to each other. Because of you, everyone look at me in a different way now.

All I could think was you. I always word out your name. What did you do to me? There were butterflies in my stomach, electricity flows when you touched. They said that I was in love. Honestly, it was a beautiful, wonderful feeling.

But I was too shy to tell you what I feel, so I stayed as your friend. But unexpectedly you told me the words I want to hear.

“Be my woman and I promise you I will not look to any other girl like I do to you”. I’m flattered. I’m happy. No. I’m more than happy. My heart beats like any time soon it will fall out of my body. Of course I said YES! Who wouldn’t?

You’re every woman’s dream; kind and gentleman. You’re perfect example of a fallen angel, with your lushing brown eyes, to your nose and lips, down to your perfectly toned abs. Not to mention your addicting smile that could drive me crazy. I’m crazy. I was head over heels to you.

I’m willing to do everything for you. I did everything. I gave everything. Here in the same room of yours, you kissed me, passionately. You pushed me down into the bed, pinned me with your two hands. You climbed on top of me, kissed me gently, kissed me way down to my neck. Your hands roamed up all over my body while undressing me.

You’re the very first man, rather, the only man ever that saw me like that, naked. You told me how beautiful I am and kissed me again. You’re hands groped at my body, you took my full breast and sucked it, I moaned. You spread my legs. And the rest was history.

I woke up the next morning lying beside you. I quietly scooted out of the bed, scooped up your shirt and wore it. I looked at you while you were sleeping peacefully. I smiled when I saw the blood stains on the sheet, it was worth the pain.

I grab my sketchpad, and charcoal pencil. I went in front of you and started to draw your face.

Your closed eyes, your nose, your chiselled jaw, even your messy hair were drawn in detail. How could I do that? I don’t know. I was just in love.

I’m too in love that I could memorize every part of you. I am too in love that I could die for you. Nothing else mattered to me but you. I love the way you smile, the way you breathe, the way you laugh, how your voice sounds like, even your touch and smell.

Time passed by, and I found myself madly and deeply in love with you. No. Obsessed was the right term. I was obsessed with you.

But it turned out you didn’t like the thought of it. You started to hate me because I am always following you. You started to be mean to me because I was asking for explanations of everything you do. You talk to me no more. You started to be how everyone else treated me.

I don’t care; still, it didn’t lessen my feelings for you. Because I trust you. Your words. Your promises.

But you broke it. Did you forget what you told me? You told me you wouldn’t look to any other girl, but it turned out to be lie. You lied.

You replaced me to another girl. I saw the two of you walking together, your hand was wrapped in her hips. That girl stole you from me. I knew her; she was the girl who pushed me to the ground. How could I forget that?

You saw me. I was looking at you and your girl. Your laughter fades, you pulled your hands from her, and you tried to walk towards me. But I ran. I went straight to your house. I shoved your pictures I once painted. I tore our pictures that were placed on your side table. I broke the mirror where we once looked together. I threw all your clothes, my clothes all over the floor. I went to your kitchen and cry.

Then you came with her. My eyes were red when you saw me. I am wasted. All I wanted was to know where I went wrong. I walked towards you, i asked you, I begged for you. But all you said was sorry.

I looked at her; I was begging her to give up on you. I kneeled. But she didn’t hear, she didn’t try to hear me. I was begging for my life, because you are my life.

I stand up as I clenched my fist at my back. I lessened the gap between me and your girl. Then the next thing I knew was that I stabbed her. I stabbed her straight into her heart and then I pulled it out and stabbed her again and again until I was satisfied that she couldn’t do anything to me.

My hands were soaking in blood. I smiled and looked at you, your eyes shows me fear. I was confused. So I asked you, “Why are you crying my dear?”. I went closer to you but you moved backwards. Yeah right, you have aichmophobia (fear of sharp objects).

You were trembling. So I stretched out my other hand and put it on your cheeks.

“You don’t have to worry now because no one could set us apart.”

You cried and told me, “No! I don’t want this. I don’t want you. I don’t love you anymore!”

I gazed at him angrily. I pulled his hair, put the blade on his throat to threaten him and screamed in rage.

“I’ll never let you go!”

“I can’t lose you!”

“You are mine alone!”

I was waiting for him to answer me but he was just looking at me. His eyes were wide open; he didn’t say any single word. So I laughed a devilish laugh. I walked around and sat.

I’m just staring at the other corner of the room, looking intently at those shitty garbage; those dead bodies in the corner of the room. Their blood floods, they swim on their own blood.

Pathetic. She didn’t have the chance to get you from me. Crazy isn’t it? My laugh echoed in the room. Then I stared blankly at your face and put it down beside me.

I was in the corner of the room, sitting alone. Holding a knife and repeatedly cutting my skin, repeatedly piercing my flesh. It didn’t fcukng hurt. There was no pain at all. I was empty.

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My first and last pure english story. :)

Hope you like it.

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