Random Short Stories

Devastation of Betrayal

There is no way out. I'm screwed. How could he do this to me? I trusted him with my heart and soul.

In the moment the first glance fell on me, I knew what he did. I knew that all his empty promises were lies. I gave him the most valuable I had and he shattered it like it meant nothing.

Their voices; they won't stop talking. All of them just look at me, but their mouths don't move, so why is everything so loud? I can hardly hear my own racing heartbeat. Can't their judgement be silent?

We were friends. Him and me. We promised each other to fight against the world side by side. But it seems like his word was just one big lie. What did I do to deserve this? Have I ever lied to him? Have I ever hurt him?

I can't endure these glances much longer. Their eyes pierce through me like knives cut through flesh. Can't you stop looking at me? Please, I'm only human too.

I still remember the day I told him. Tears were streaming down my face; my eyes were drowning in my sorrow. That's when he found me. He took me by my hand and soon his arms were around me. I almost felt his love leaving his body, trying to warm my heart. I felt that he wanted to love the lonely out of me, but I've never came to the assumption that even feelings could be fake.

But the worst is yet to come. Out of all people who could have come through the door it has to be you, hasn't it? Suddenly all these eyes go from headlights to flashlights and only yours seem to be important. They were once glimmering in different colors of the rainbow, but all I can see now is darkness and the problem is that it's the reflection of my own.

In my darkest days he was there for me. His help devoured my sober thoughts and made them drunk. His help was like a drug I was addicted to and I couldn't stay away from. All this time I thought his feelings were real, but apparently it was only a game for him. How did I fall for him in the first place? Just because he held my hand...

Anger. That is all I feel. But I don't hate you. I never could. I hate myself for everything I let you do to me. Please, stop looking at me. I'm not ready to face it. I'm just tired of everything. Tired of me breathing. Tired of the emptiness inside of my heart. Tired of you playing with me. I just want to be at ease.

Forehead to forehead, eyes closed. I remember feeling peaceful, almost choking on happiness. We were on top of the world, until he blasted it all up. And I'm still falling, crashing into the pieces of the hill.

Why won't you look at me a little longer? I want to find misery and regret in your eyes. It hurts to not be able to see and it hurts twice as much to know that I wouldn't see it even if I would look through your eyes into your soul. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

I just want to know why you did it.