Post by Koolchat on Aug 8, 2009 15:51:42 GMT -5
(( Random story about random characters that don't have names and will never be developed outside of this random fiction...most likely. Just experimenting with my brain today Be warned, it's slightly.... sad. o__O ))
A smile fluttered across her face as he stared back at the woman with blank eyes, registering the last three words she had said.
"I hate you."
She felt the pain flow off of him, and it pleased her. So she said it again.
"I hate you."
His eyes watered, pools of chocolate diluted by tears. His heart was on his face, and it was obvious she had shattered it.
It was amazing, she thought, of how much power she held in her hands. Three words had made his knees buckle... What could more do? Giddy from her tormenting, she continued.
"I never want to see you again. Get that heartbroken look off your face. I know you don't mean it."
He shook his head, opening his mouth, but no words came out.
She narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, savoring the flavor of her harsh words.
The dam broke in his eyes, and tears flooded out.
"I loved you..." He whispered, looking to his feet.
"Shut up." She growled.
"I loved you....!" A desperate tone caught his voice.
"I said shut up, bastard." Another snarl, and a crack. The back of her hand whipped across his face.
A searing red hand mark appeared on his face, along with a trickle of blood. Her ring had caught his face.... The ring he had given her.
She noted this fact and gave a laugh, a new idea in her head. She tore off the ring and threw it into the dirt. With a crack, the sharp heel of her shoe had smashed the diamond in it.
By now he was shaking, pulling at his hair like a madman.
"Go to Hell." She spit on his feet and turned, kicking the door of his apartment open.
Hell.... I'm already there.... he sunk to his knees and watched her curvy figure sashay onto the street.
"I loved you..." He whispered, tears streaking his face.
Blood.
In an instant, she was screaming, then time stopped.
He saw it all.
A truck, out of control, had smashed into her delicate frame as soon as she began across the street.
Her crushed figure writhed, blood spurting, for a split-second before she went still.
And his screams mingled with those of the passer-by's. He yanked out fistfuls of hair, savoring his own blood, knowing that somehow it was his fault she was dead, and he had to punish himself.
Allhisfaulthelllivingdeadbloodohgodscreaming...
His thoughts squished together as the world went hazy. He banged his fists against the wall until he could no longer move his arms. Then, he kicked.... then, his head made a sickening thump.
Darkness....
He awoke to a sweet voice.
"Good morning!"
It was feminine and lilting with a slight city accent...it was her...!
He opened his eyes and a heavyset woman stood in front of him, needle in hand. He stared, and her fake smile remained even as she jabbed him. He felt his mind haze over, and he screamed again, attempting to smack her away, but his arms were restrained.
"Oh! Dear, if you keep acting this way, you'll never get that waistcoat off!" She chuckled.
She was enjoying his pain.... He knew. He went to scream again, but the drugs in his system had stopped him once more.
Hell.
Hatred.
He didn't know what to feel.
"I think you need another nap!"
Another sting.
Darkness.... And then....
"I hate you."
A smile fluttered across her face as he stared back at the woman with blank eyes, registering the last three words she had said.
"I hate you."
She felt the pain flow off of him, and it pleased her. So she said it again.
"I hate you."
His eyes watered, pools of chocolate diluted by tears. His heart was on his face, and it was obvious she had shattered it.
It was amazing, she thought, of how much power she held in her hands. Three words had made his knees buckle... What could more do? Giddy from her tormenting, she continued.
"I never want to see you again. Get that heartbroken look off your face. I know you don't mean it."
He shook his head, opening his mouth, but no words came out.
She narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, savoring the flavor of her harsh words.
The dam broke in his eyes, and tears flooded out.
"I loved you..." He whispered, looking to his feet.
"Shut up." She growled.
"I loved you....!" A desperate tone caught his voice.
"I said shut up, bastard." Another snarl, and a crack. The back of her hand whipped across his face.
A searing red hand mark appeared on his face, along with a trickle of blood. Her ring had caught his face.... The ring he had given her.
She noted this fact and gave a laugh, a new idea in her head. She tore off the ring and threw it into the dirt. With a crack, the sharp heel of her shoe had smashed the diamond in it.
By now he was shaking, pulling at his hair like a madman.
"Go to Hell." She spit on his feet and turned, kicking the door of his apartment open.
Hell.... I'm already there.... he sunk to his knees and watched her curvy figure sashay onto the street.
"I loved you..." He whispered, tears streaking his face.
Blood.
In an instant, she was screaming, then time stopped.
He saw it all.
A truck, out of control, had smashed into her delicate frame as soon as she began across the street.
Her crushed figure writhed, blood spurting, for a split-second before she went still.
And his screams mingled with those of the passer-by's. He yanked out fistfuls of hair, savoring his own blood, knowing that somehow it was his fault she was dead, and he had to punish himself.
Allhisfaulthelllivingdeadbloodohgodscreaming...
His thoughts squished together as the world went hazy. He banged his fists against the wall until he could no longer move his arms. Then, he kicked.... then, his head made a sickening thump.
Darkness....
He awoke to a sweet voice.
"Good morning!"
It was feminine and lilting with a slight city accent...it was her...!
He opened his eyes and a heavyset woman stood in front of him, needle in hand. He stared, and her fake smile remained even as she jabbed him. He felt his mind haze over, and he screamed again, attempting to smack her away, but his arms were restrained.
"Oh! Dear, if you keep acting this way, you'll never get that waistcoat off!" She chuckled.
She was enjoying his pain.... He knew. He went to scream again, but the drugs in his system had stopped him once more.
Hell.
Hatred.
He didn't know what to feel.
"I think you need another nap!"
Another sting.
Darkness.... And then....
"I hate you."