It was a Saturday morning. Ya know... Birds chirping, beautiful sunrise, roaster waking everyone bright and early as a jingle plays alongside the sunrise. Ok maybe that's a bit exaggerated, but you get what I'm saying. That day had to be one of the most cliche mornings to ever exist. Jennifer woke up refreshed and happy, which is not always her normal. She was getting ready for school, getting all cleaned up and cute for her bf at the time, Nick, she loved him. They had been going out for almost a year now, she was committed even though Nick had a rep. *sigh...always fall for the bad ones eh* As she was putting on her shirt she received a message, it was from Nick. Of course she smiled instantly, like the naive thing she had made herself to be, and opened the text.
Nick: We are done...delete my number. I don't want to be friends and no we can't work this out. We are done and I'm gone✌✌👅😁
That was all he wrote.
Jennifer re-read that message about five times before pulling herself into a reality. She was 20 years old and all her relationships ended up shity no matter how hard she tried or how much she cared. She placed her phone down on the bed and got down onto her cold hard wood floor. Just laid there in fetus position thinking as her heart broke into a million. Before long, she couldn't even help it, tears poured out her eyes like waterfalls of saltwater. But this cry was different and strange, scary strange. It had so many emotions wrapped in one. Anger, sadness, and surprisingly a hint of humor. Before long she had sat up and started laughing hysterically. If there had been any other person in the room, they'd think she had gone madly insane. Catching her breath, a scary but provoking thought came through her. It came from the darkest and most broken part of her soul.
"What if I treated men how they treat women? Break their hearts and give two less fucks. Can I be that heartless?"
Then it hit her. Jen had been so badly treated, she was surprised she had heart left. Nonetheless any pride or remorse. Why shouldn't she be able to trash men the very same way they do her?? She sat still for a moment. Her eye did a little twitch as her head cocked to the side as she looked down at the message the bastard had sent. After she re-read it once more, she was convinced. She was ready and nothing could change her now. Men were gonna pay the price for her pain. Old and new. Jen had many friends who were already coldhearted bitches. So it really wasn't that hard, but she wanted to take it further. She would make men hate their gender. Regret that they ever hurt a girl or thought about it.
This was war now.
