Hate is a strong word

One

Sorrow. No- anger .
That's my emotion right now.
The secret was deep. Like the cut in her brain. She got shot. The love of my life. Yes- so what? I'm a girl too- but love is love. And I'll do anything to make sure they can't hurt her.

Day one; see me now?

I relaxed on the couch and tilted my head against the hardwood walls. She's alright. I got up for the moment and shook off the cramps in my legs. I'd been sat in there for hours. I had to go. People needed killing. For ruining her life- I will ruin theirs.

I ran. Back home. As quickly as my jellied legs would carry me. (Not actually but they felt like it)

I got changed into all black. Not like in some movies or books where the girls look majorly hot and cool in all leather and a white tee.
I wore black jeans and a black hoodie. I had sneakers on and a mask over my face. I shook my head. The hospital monitors replayed over and over. Suddenly the beeps came silent and instead there was a high pitched screech. It was all in my head yet I felt as if half my heart had been torn away.

I grabbed a gun and sterilized the bullets so they couldn't find traces that it was from my gun. As soon and I kill them I remove the bullet using gloves. Easy. Just- burn the body.

By 24:00 I was already done. I'd killed 5 completely different couples who could have been the potential wrecker of my girlfriends brain.

I felt better.

I saw this shady guy walk up to me as I sat in the alley and crouched next to me.
"Helping your girl huh?"
I nodded as he exchanged me a salty smile.
"I can help"
"I'm independent"
"I can find the one who did this to her. A simple price"
I nodded and talked as tough as I could "go on"
"I have a whole team of bad people"
"You sound like you're from a movie"
"Shut it!"
I did
He explained everything.
It made sense.
I agreed although the price was- questionable.
He wanted to see her.
I nodded and told him when we found who it was.
He smiled and agreed before disappearing.

I wanted -everyone- to disappear.