Pulverize

"Let me help you, Katrina." His eyes were desperate, telling me not to leave.

Let me in, they said. Please.

"I don't need your help. I don't want it. I've come this far in life with not needing anything from you, with living without you. I don't need you."

Liar.

He grabbed my wrist as I walked away, spinning me around. I hit against him with a groan, his chest solid as a rock. He snaked his arms around me, caging me against him.

I wiggled around like a dog, trying to escape my owner. I wanted to leave, I wanted to get away from him. I needed to. I didn't want to hear his promises anymore. I wouldn't be able to handle them. Promises just meant false hope.

He placed his hand on my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. I involuntarily lean into it, not being able to control myself. Tears started to flood from my eyes.

Even when I want to leave him, get away from the inevitable pain I would get from staying with him, I was still seeking comfort from him.

You're weak, the voice in my head said.

"You may not need me, Katrina," he started, a strain in his voice. "But I need you. I don't know how I've made it this far without you, but I finally know what it's like to have you in my life. And now that I've tasted it, I don't want to live without you, I can't."

A sob escaped me. Why does loving you hurt? I thought to myself.

"Please," he whispered. "I love you."

~ ⋆ ~

After letting pain consume her throughout her life, Katrina Smith decides to take back that control. To hell to everybody she let walk over her. Then, out of nowhere, a boy crashes into her life. Making her feel something she'd never want to feel again. She knew this feeling. She's gotten close and personal to it, shes touched it, gotten to know it. Shes also gotten accommodated to the aftermath of it.

She didn't want to again. She didnt want to feel the pain of losing someone again.

Will Katrina let pain rule her life, or will she finally soak into the unknown?