KILLER

I loved her. Wait, let me correct that it's not LOVED because I still LOVE her. So maybe I love her, this girl I met in school. She was everything to me; she's my life and my soul. I never knew that a weirdo like me could even feel this kind of sentiments.

I am known to be a freak at the school I attend to. I am always treated badly by kids; they would laugh at me and embarrass me to everyone. They think that all I can think about are my dolls, my collection of dolls that would usually creep them out.

I collect dolls and I think they are the only friends I have. Being named as a "weirdo freak" in my campus, I'm used to being isolated all the time. I would just spend my time reading books under the shade of the acacia tree near the school canteen. It's my hang out and when I'm at that spot I feel like all my troubles seem to disappear. In that special spot no one can harm me, no one can tell me that I'm a freak. In fact in that spot I'm the king, I own the land and at least in some point of my time I became happy. In that very spot as I remembered, I first met the girl that would eventually break my heart into tiny molecular pieces.

I love her, I gave her everything that I could give, did everything she asked me to do, I disobeyed my parents for her, but in the end what did she give me in return, pain and heartbreak. She never loved me that was the truth. She never did develop any mutual feelings towards me; she only used me for her entertainment. I was her toy, yes I let her enslave my whole being so that I could please her and for a moment there I thought we could live happy even though she treats me like dust. Even though she never appreciated my presence I was patient and still hoping that maybe, just maybe she'd learn to love me. But everything changed when she met him. A gangster-like guy who loves to show off his new fancy cars just to impress and pick up girls.

I was enraged when I found out about her dating him. Why? Wasn't I enough for her that she had to go and leave with other men? I was furious and mad, I didn't want her to be with other men sharing a kiss that was supposed to be mine, a tight hug that she was supposed to give me and every bit of happiness she's celebrating was supposed to be celebrated with me 

So in order for me to have her back, I threatened her blackmail her to be exact. I keep on sending her gifts of my heart, death notes full of my blood and the blades I used to cut myself.

One night I found out that she tried to elope with his new found boyfriend to be and so I kidnapped her. Simple as that. I hid her in my storage room I designed especially for her, sat her on a chair and tied her up real tight. That certain storage room is where I put all my gifts for her that she returned back. I felt so reckless and angry, but I can't and I won't 'because I love her. I tried making myself believed that everything was a nightmare, that sooner or later I'll wake up and everything will be normal again. I guess everything won't.

At last she was awake, I offered her food and drinks but she refused to eat them. She told e that she wanted to go home where his new love awaits her. I tried explaining to her that she'll never be happy with him, and she has me why bother living with that idiot anyway. She still denied my plea for her to stay, e exchange harsh words about each other until she finally told me in a very angry tone that

" I don't love you, and I never did"

At that point I felt that my whole world crashed down before my very eyes, my blood rises up to my head I turned back and walked away. I can still hear her whine as she wriggles to escape her situation.

I sat down slowly near the door of the storage room where I hid her; I need some time to think. I am trying to let her words sink in to my head that she never did love me. I wanted to cry until my eye pops out of its socket. If I can't have her then, well let's erase the can't I WILL HAVE HER even if it means I have to preserve her beauty.

I headed out for the kitchen to get my specially made lethal injection, on the left corner of the cabinet I took out a knife and went back to the storage room. The thought of killing my beloved seems a little bit odd, but I don't want her to be with someone else who's not me. I opened the door and there I saw her, beautiful as always. Her magnificent hair started to cover her face, her gorgeous eyes focused on mine, and even though she's tied on a chair she still looks amazing. I love her; too bad this beauty can never be seen by any other human but me. She struggled as I slowly walked towards her; I grinned and took the injection behind my back. Before she could even scream I already struck her neck with it, and her eyes closes gently and I stood there in silence. I let a tear drop fell, I can still feel my hands shaking for what I did, but she deserved it she cheated on me. All I ever wanted was to love her and now everything will soon fall into place.