Sam

First day back

    *Jack*

        She looked beautiful, her hair was curled perfectly on her shoulders her make up flawless, that could only be one person... Hannah. He looked again, but they weren't the green eyes of his Hannah, no they were the blue eyes of Sam. Who was that beside her? Who he saw made his eyes bulge.

       "Wow, she is fine. Looks like Luke and Alex scored. Who is that? She looks familiar but I don't recognize her." Tom inquired.

      "Dude are you stupid? That's Sam and no she is not fine, she's still a whore. I mean look at what she's wearing, those jeans are such slut material and her top only a prostitute would wear. Her hair looks like a bird's nest, so knotty and greasy, she probably smells like a garbage dump too. We need to get rid of Luke and Alex now, we can't be affiliated with that, she's still the nerdy whore. Don't let her suck you in, we both know how much of a moody bitch she is, ugly inside and out." Jack stated, breathing heavily from lack of air. After mulling around what he said, he felt horrible. None of that was true in his mind. So why was he making it true in others?

       What he didn't understand though, is why he likes destroying her. Lately it was like it was more of a job than fun, like slowly killing her was slowly killing him on the inside. He understood what people were always talking about when they hurt their spouse, that they shared the pain.

     

      But why was that, he wasn't her boyfriend, her husband, her soulmate, he wasn't even her friend. He spends his days killing her, all for his "reputation" it was like all the lies were tearing him apart also. It made no sense, he doesn't like her. The I love you's were lies. Or were they? Can you really say it and not mean it?

      Can you really look at a person and not completely absolutely fall in love with a small part of them? That one part that maybe everybody sees but you still love because it's original and makes him or her special. Or maybe it's not seen if people hate it, then you love it. You never forget that part of their soul, instead you treasure it, but never forget it. He should have remembered it, and now he regrets it.