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"A Choice That He Wanted. A Mistake That He Made"

I jumped as I felt something cold pressed against my neck.

"You know, I've always found you really annoying," he whispered.

I gulped, this couldn't be happening right now.

"Your touch, your voice, your personality. All annoying. Do you ever wonder why I did it?"

He slowly walked in front of me and crouched down. I stared at the glinting knife that he held in his right hand. The knife that was way too close to me.

I struggled to breathe.

He smiled wickedly, "To hurt you. To show you that you're unwanted. Hell, even Nick didn't want you. How sad was that? What he's doing now? It's all an act. Sooner or later he's going to drop you."

I could hear my heart break into little tiny pieces as breathing became even harder. The knife was the last thing on my mind. No, what was on my mind was the words that are echoing around my head.

I shook my head, "No, he wouldn't do that to me."

Ace tilted his head, "No? You don't think he would do the same thing I did to you? Were you not curious as to how you never ended up together?"

I narrowed my eyes at him.

He threw his head back and laughed.

"All you needed was a shoulder to cry on and a few sweet words whispered into your ear to get you to spill everything to me. Oh wait, you wouldn't remember telling me anything. How tragic. But you know what's going to be even more tragic? When I take this knife and plunge it into you."

He came closer and stroke the tip of the knife on the side of my cheek.

"I'm going to enjoy this."

~

Where the hell is she?

I angrily thought to myself as I stood outside the school waiting for Brinley.

I looked around. There was barely anybody left.

Where the fuck would she have gone?

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my back. I turned and saw that it was Brinley's friends, Maki and Kole.

"You okay, man?" Kole asked.

I shook my head and sighed, "No, I can't find Brinley anywhere."

Maki tilted her head, "I saw her leave with Kane when I was walking to the library for tutoring."

I froze, "What?"

She looked at me in confusion, "She was talking with Kane then left with him. Did she not tell you?"

I shook my head, "She didn't tell me anything."

There was suddenly a bad feeling in my stomach.

"Where did they go?" I asked, looking at both of them frantically.

They both looked at each other in confusion and shrugged their shoulders.

"Why what's wrong?"

"Something isn't right."

~

The first cut he made was on my jaw.

I didn't give him the pleasure of watching me cry or flinch. Instead, I stared at the wall and thought about my family.

What would they think? Would they find out?

And Nick. Would he be sad? Would he even care?

All of a sudden, there was a sharp pain in my temple and everything went out of focus.

A lone tear escaped and travelled down my cheek.

I desperately looked at him, not wanting to believe the words he said.

He looked at me. The same look that he had years ago, except this time the outcome was different.

It wouldn't be the start of something. But the end.

Everything that has happened is coming to an end. A choice that he wanted. A mistake that he made.

He gently wiped the tear that escaped, and I struggled to keep everything in.

"I love you. I do. You know that and everyone else knows that. Which is why we can't do this anymore."

He caressed my cheek gently.

"I'm not putting you through the insults. You don't deserve that, Brinley. You deserve so much more, and I can't give you that. I can't give you the world. Or show them how much I love you, and adore you. How much I want to take you somewhere far away and be with you. I can't make you mine."

I shook my head, "Don't. I don't care what they say. Nick, don't do this to me."

He gently brought me closer and embraced me.

The last touch that I would ever receive from him. And that thought alone made a the sob that I was holding in break out.

I clung to him for the last time. Memorizing the way his arms felt. The way he stroked my hair. The way his kiss lingered. The way Nick was with me. I memorized everything.

"When we walk through those doors, we are nothing to each other," he mumbled into my hair.

My shoulders shook, but I accepted my defeat.

This was his choice.

I reluctantly released him.

Physically and emotionally.

I gasped as I came back to reality and raised my hand to touch the dark red liquid ruining my favorite shirt.

I felt the knife. I felt how it was covered in blood. My blood. and I felt how it was slowly draining my life supply.