Horrifically Lovely Short Stories and Poems

"Don't worry about me."

It was the second time she had said it, and when my phone rang later that night, I instantly knew who it was and what had happened. I sighed, turning onto my side on my bed, groaning as I sat up. It was only 3 A.M. Earlier than the last time. Rolling out of bed, I get up, dragging my feet while getting ready to go over to her place. Maybe it was time to get her to move here. At least then she would be forced to take care of herself by me.

It only takes 15 minutes tops to reach her lonesome apartment building. And only 3 minutes to reach her room. Reaching into my pocket, I grab my keys where I know her key hangs restlessly on the lanyard. Cracking open the door and then closing it silently, I enter. On autopilot, I make my way as silent as a shadow towards the cracked bathroom door. Pushing it open gently, I peak in and catch sight of her crumbled form. Sighing, I rub at my tired eyes before getting to work.

"Well, your arms don't need stitching this time." I whisper gently, hoping for a small reaction from her. "But if you keep up smoking like you do, you won't last a day past 30."

"What if I don't want to pass a day over 30." She finally responds, whispering harshly to me as her eyes turn to glare at me. "There's nothing left in this godforsaken world anyway for me. Why am I even alive? Can't you just let me die already? I have no purpose in this world at all? I'm a useless, broken human being who deserves to be punished." As she speaks these lonesome words, my heart begins to break, not accepting the fate that she deems is the only one worthy for her.

"I won't let you die. You can't die! I love you too much just to watch you kill yourself more and more each and everyday." I nearly scream out as I begin to sob. I drag her weak and tiny body into my arms, rocking her back and forth with me while I kiss her hair and whisper soft words into her ear. "I have loved you since I met you. I dare would call it love at first sight. It breaks my heart every time you hold all your pains and sorrows in, only letting yourself bare the brunt of them. I don't care if you hit me, let me bare some of the weight on your shoulders as well. You're my beautiful dark queen. I don't care about all your scars, they make you who you are. You are strong, brilliant, and gorgeous young woman. And I will never stop trying to get you to realize this." As I continue to rant, she opens her eyes once again. Her bright ocean blue eyes that draw me to her like a siren draws lonesome sailors to their shores, pull me into their depths as she leans up into me as I still clutch her to my chest.

And then we kiss.