Short Stories

Chapter 1

This is going to be the first time I have written something for somebody to read besides me. I am no pro, I barley have any idea how to do this, but I am going to try. If I make mistakes I would really appreciate feed back, thanks.

Some of these stories are going to either be based on a quote I found, a writing prompt, or just pure imagination. So I hope you guys enjoy.

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"And you make jokes because you're afraid to take anything seriously . Because if you take things seriously they matter." - House M.D (show).  

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"Who needs him anyway, he smelled half the time. And who wants to date a smelly guy." I said jokingly trying to make her feel better.

She's been crying nonstop since he called. "Like seriously he did you a favor with calling instead of showing up here, so we wouldn't have had to deal with that stench." I tried anything to make her stop crying. It didn't  work, It only making things worse, though at the time I didn't know.

"Just stop." she managed to get speak between her wails. Her face was red and blotchy from her continuous wiping of her tears and snot; her make-up was only half done, but what was done was now a mess. She laid crumbled on the floor a heap of sobs curled in a bowl.

"What do you mean stop, I'm completely serious, I actually can't believe you managed to stay with him as long as you did." I pushed the hair from her face, "I mean for god-sake he didn't even watch Game of Thrones, it just wasn't meant to be." Come on just laugh, forget him, I pleaded internally.

It did you opposite, sadness was now replaced with rage, she sat up and all but spat at me, "Why do you do this, you," she was now standing towering over me in her white dress, looking like some goddess warrior, "you-you make jokes because you're afraid to take anything seriously." her arms flailing emphasizing each word, "Because you know if you take anything seriously something would actually matter to you, and no you can't have that, you have to be a cold-hearted monster for the rest of your life or else you'll probably die!" she was now screaming, "that's why no one loves you, and that's why every relationship that you've ever had ended, but not me, this wasn't suppose to happen." she was now breathing heavily from her little outburst. 

She didn't mean it, she was just hurting and lashing out, I know that now; but at the time she hurt me, and I wanted to hurt her back, so I did.

"You have no right to talk to me like that." I stood up. "Who's here for you, ME! Who's always there for you, ME! I take things seriously I see them for how they really are, I'm not the one who sees life as some fairy tail. I can take a hint, I know when a guy wants to end things, I'm not the delusional one who let a failing relationship end at my wedding, you see because I'm not stupid, and I'm not some attention seeking idiot who'll flip my skirt up to the first guy who smiles my way."

I should've just shut up, I shouldn't have said anything, I broke her, I could see it in her face, she hated me, probably more then she hated him now. 

"Get out." she whispered. I just stood there, I wasn't even sorry. 

I really was a monster.

"GET OUT." she just kept screaming those two words over and over until I finally obliged. When I shut the door I could hear her screams and cries and things being thrown. I just walked away.

It wasn't even until a few days later when her mom called me that I regretted it, everything I said came back and smacked me in the face with the force of an exploding sun.

It's only a week later that I actually see her again. She doesn't say anything, and neither do I, she won't listen anyway. I can't even muster up an 'I'm sorry'. I can't even cry.

I look down at my best friend one last time before they lower her down into the grave. I look around, her mother is barley standing on her own two feet, if it wasn't for her husband she would be on the ground. 

Her fathers standing there, holding his dear wife as she sobs uncontrollably. He's a brick wall, watching his only daughter being lowered into the dirt. He looks like the shell of the man I knew, like he's going down there with his daughter.

And in the distance lingering by the trees the man who left her at the alter, too afraid to show his face knowing they'll all blame him, and hes right, they do. But I know it's not his fault, she would have gotten over him, like she did with every other guy. 

It was my fault, yeah he started it but I finished the job. It's like he stabbed her and left her for dead, but I'm the one who, instead of getting help, took the knife out and let her bleed to death alone. 

I'm the one who killed her.