Hell bent (short stories)

* Opposite of Cupid *

"I love you." Whispers a voice.
"I love you, too."
Another voice whispers back then a squealing laughter echoes in the air as a guy swings a girl over his shoulders trying his best not to hurt her. Once he puts her down, they walk hand in hand into the nearest coffee shop still laughing.

A smile creeps across my face. I look at myself in the mirrored window and see that the smile looks a lot like a grimace. i hate the fact that everyone is happy and in love. It's disgusting.

Now, I've never fallen in love. Nor could I. You see, I'm dead. Been that way for years. I died right in front of this damned coffee shop, it being my own personal hell, considering the fact I was kicked out of the real thing.

I went to hell because I never believed in the whole "God" thing. And my mother always told me I'd end up banished to the pits of hell. Ha, guess she finally stopped lying. Anyway, I'd found Satan to be the most beautiful man I'd ever met, so seduction was my best bet to get him to love me.
Ha! You see how that worked out.

Now, this is much worse than hell... how you may ask? Because, a hopeless romantic like me, having never have fallen in love died... right here, in the city of love. Cursed to be in Paris for the rest of eternity.

How did this happen? Well, it was spring break and my family wanted to visit someplace new, so Paris is where we went. Now, like any hopeless romantic Teenager, I went to Paris dreaming of finding someone to love. I've never been in a relationship nor had i ever found anyone appealing to me. So, I agreed to go to Paris. Where I was shot by a man who was trippin his balls off. Yep, a tweaker fucking killed me.

Isn't that just romantic?

I sit on the ground in the middle of the road trying to plot my next attempt to break up this couple, been at it for months. They fight, kiss, then makeup. I hated them for it. So I might just shoot him with another poisonous arrow. It'll harden his heart and make him hate the first person that he saw with a passion so heavy, he couldn't be in the same room as them. Yes, that's what I'll do.

I sling my black bow from around me getting my black hair in my face. I take out an arrow with fire so hot with hatred it was white. I position the arrow, aimed it at his heart, then just as I let go, I was slung back into a stiff wall. I fling myself around and see the boy I just shot, or so I think I shot.