"He told me he loved me."1
I closed the book, shut it tight and held it against my chest. He was the first person to say that to my face, the first person to admit it. The first person I believed. And even though I loved him so, I didn't want him to know. I was so caught up in pride, and sweet, sweet revenge. I was sure that one day I'll make him pay, but the only reason was because I was jealous.
Three emotions, not necessarily a good combination. But I needed to get him back, I just had to, I wanted to show him, how imperfect his life really was, and just because you love somebody, does not mean that you'll get it back in return. I planned it all out, and it may seem physcotic and confusing, but I knew what I was going to do. I put away the diary, and laid down to sleep, with a slight mischievous grin on my face. I could predict that I was going to have my victory tomorrow. 2
The next day fell into place, everything seemed perfect to the both of us, he told me exactly what I needed to hear.
"Every day I spend with you, I cherish. I'm falling in love with you even more. My love for you will keep growing." He sealed it with a kiss on my warm lips. Warmth from the anger burning inside of me, frustration rising up like the tide, I could feel it in my skin. I wanted him so bad, I wanted to be with him, and even though I was with him physically, I wanted to be with him, on the same damn page, emotionally. I needed him, he was everything I could've imagined, and my selfish pride couldn't take it. I knew something was going to go wrong, I knew this wouldn't last, I knew this wasn't real. I slowly took my hand away from his, and slid it through my jacket pocket, I could feel the tension and joy from the knife, ready to just wound the heart of the one I truely loved. I located the knife but didn't grab it just yet, just in case he wanted to get a hold of my hand again. I kept kissing him, I enjoyed every second of it, and I hoped to God that he did too. It was meaningful, unlike what I was about to do. I felt his tongue, I felt beautiful, I felt needed, thats when I knew it was time, I held the knife again.3
He laid there on the floor, 17 year old, Jason, the love of my life. I hope to see him soon, maybe in heaven.
Maybe in hell.
Author notes
A contest entry
- Twist Endings by Vixen7.
150 points, ended March 9, 2008, 15 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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That is quite a gut renching twist at the end. Well written, though I would prefer shorter paragraphs. Overall great story, well done.
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well,
kind of freakybeginning: 5, language: 4, plot: 3, ending: 3, characters: 2.
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Good luck I still love it
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i read it.
again.
happy?
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Ooh.... Murder! I especially love the last line "I hope to see him soon, maybe in heaven.
Maybe in hell." It was so dramatically awesome! The only thing I thought wrong was that its several block paragraphs. Block paragraphs are evil, so beware. But other than that, you were great!
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Nice work dude! I mean really. Creeped me out a bit, seeing as she killed someone who was deeply in love with her just because she was afraid he'd dump her.
BUT... I like the sort of insanity in this story. Good strong emotions, nice descriptions, you told a whole story in just a few words.
Good luck!
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WTF
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wow!
didn't see that coming! but yeah, it was great. really emotional! i love it! i could use some really vivid decription throughout the whole thing tho. That would make it fantastic. Punctuation isn't perfect, but not horrid. Thanks for entering my contest and good luck! -
YES, it was heart wrenching emotionl and had drive...
brilliant
blair
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Sad but good
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