Complicated

Chapter 7: Strife

  It's obvious what's to happen next, even though I do have the option to stop it before it happens, it won't matter. Whether my next actions are good or bad, I don't know. In the eyes of a bystander, they won't be right and I will have no reasonable explanation. In mine though, they will be the only solution I can come to.

  I decide it to be bad if I miss fifth period again because doing so would cause my parents to think that I just have a problem with that class. I drag through the rest of the day and avoid Sauron and Annabell at all costs. I debate constantly on my next choice of actions and by next choice of actions I mean the worst way possible that I can tear her down and wreck her internally. I hate anyone who toys with others feeling and bonus points to her for toying with my best friends feelings.

  What is she trying to do anyway? Keep up with this masquerade forever?

   No I think she was trying to lul him into thinking that them dating wasn't just for me but an actual relationship.

  Meaning if you don't step up she will succeed.

  Nah, she couldn't.

  She could, the gentile voice, the soothing words the way you keep pushing him away.

  Wait...but...

 If you step into this he'll think your jealous and just succeed in his plan. You'll be just a game to him,that he just beat a level of.

  B-but...

  Doubt surrounds my mind, worry sways me this way and that until I get a headache and feel like I'm about to collapse. I don't pay attention through all of fifth because of this but it doesn't matter, who needs history anyway.

  I head straight to my locker after class, praying I don't see either of them. It didn't help, I wasn't fast enough, I should have just not gone to my locker today because there she was. Standing all perked up with her hands held behind her back and a plastered on smile upon her face, was Annabell. I resist the urge to snarl at her as I arrive at my locker. She grins what would seem to be a genuinely happy smile but I wasn't that naïve anymore.

  "Hi Arden," she says in her annoyingly sweet voice.

  "Heeeey..." I say trying to sound chill but fail horribly, she either doesn't notice or doesn't care. I assume the second one.

  "I was wondering..." She sways back and forth staring at the ground.

  "Yeah what is it, " I don't look at her, scared if I do I'll have to punch her face in.

  "Well...since you and Sauron are friends...maybe...we could be too," she sounds nervous and excited about this but its all acting and I can see through it like glass.

  I slam my locker closed, directing attention from people around, and I turn to her, "Friends!? With such a deceitful person such as yourself, not if my life depended on it."

  This sends her speechless.

  "Yeah that's right," I continue on, "I saw through everything, your just a snake and should be treated as such. You took my friends heart and treated it like dirt, you say you love him, you say you care for him deeply, but you continue to wreck him internally. You wanted him, so bad you'd do whatever it took to get him, so bad you'd hurt others, him and yourself. You don't deserve him or anyone for that matter, now get out of my sight before I really start something."

  She realizes her mistake and looks as if she's about to stop, "You...you...you are going to ruin everything! I worked hard to get him, you did nothing, he just fell right into your hands and you tossed him aside anyway. He's not yours! Hes mine and I refuse to give him up!" She seems to be almost crying, I must have hit a soft spot.

  "'Worked', you make it sound as if you actually earned his affections. You cheated your way to him and now you'll do whatever it takes to keep him tied to you. Even now he has no feeling for you and you don't know how to handle that." I stay as calm as I possible can through this, quite enjoying watching her break down in front of me.

  "You cant say that!!! I care for him! I do! I do! I do!!!!!!" She raises her small fist and swings.

  I stop her punch with one hand and start to crush it inside mine. A crowd has formed around, expecting a fight. I don't disappoint them, I twist her arm backwards and she immediately crumples to the ground. She is crying now, whether from the pain or the topic, I don't care. I take a step back in order to observe her next move. She stumble to her feet and screams many different things at me which I just shrug off and prepare for her next attempt at attack.

  She doesn't and the anticipation itches at my muscles. She continues to curse at me and eventually I cant take it and ready a punch for her gut. Maybe this'll shut her up. I dash forward and hit my mark exact. She stumbles backwards into the lockers, coughing and digging her nails into my arm. I relax a bit and bring my fist away only to clutch it around her throat. It feels so good, adrenaline running fiercely through my body, my heart pumping and my arm raising her slowly up off the ground. She squirms a lot and jams her sharp nails into my skin, dragging them downwards and drawing masses of blood. Chunks of flesh are ripped up and I think I can see a few of the innards of my arm. I don't feel it and continue to tighten my grip. So simple, so easy, you could do away with her just like that. I raise her even higher and smash her head into the locker. She falls limp, only unconscious. I drop her to the floor and she lays slack there.

  I back away realizing what I could have just done. This is bad. This is really bad. I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to see...him... Sauron looking confused and quite disappointed. I stare at him in shock, How much did he see? Is he mad, disappointed, upset? I grip my bag and dash out the door away from it all.

  I'm a horrible person, I don't deserve him, I don't  deserve anyone, I don't deserve mercy, I deserve pain and any emotional torture that can be given.

  I run.

  What's wrong with me? How could I get so caught up in the moment like that? How could I do so much damage to a helpless girl like her?

  I slam the front door of my house and head straight to my room. My arms are still bleeding and I don't want to get any on the carpets so I head to the bathroom and crouch down on the hard tiled floor. The blood leaves small pools on the ground which I trace my finger around in. It smears and I ignore the fact that it might stain, I'll clean it up later, I say to myself. I should be in action, doing whatever it takes to hide what had happened, bandaging myself, cleaning up the blood, figuring out my apologies. I can't do any of those though. My eyes threaten to close and I feel a bit drowsy, the pools turn to lakes.

  I swear I can see his face in the blood as my finger traces around in it, "How could I be so...be so...horrible....?" I say aloud and then fall to the side, into my mess off blood and into darkness.