I shuffle through the pages you wrote to me and wonder why. Why all of a sudden you decided to hate me. Why you felt the need to explain in so long a letter. I've been putting off reading this. I do not want to knw why. I want to hang onto years ago. Now finally I sit, and turn to the first page. I do not stop until I reach the last. It has taken two hours. Then I read it again. I know this was meant to make me go away, but it just makes me love you more. I carefully place your letter on a table and leave. I begin walking. I walk miles and miles and miles and miles.
Then I am there.
I lost all track of time and now I am here. I am here at your house. Just like all those other times. Although the other times you threw rocks at me, or hid. But you are not even here now. I walk up to the front door and take the key from the hiding place.
I am inside.
Every time I came here I wanted to be inside. But I never could. Now I can. I walk into your bedroom and inhale your scent. For a few seconds I forgot why I came here. I remember, and go into the kitchen. I pull open drawer after drawer until I find a knife. Positioned at the wall in front of the door--you would see when you came in--I take the knife and slit one of my wrists. I reach up, and with the blood gushing from the self-inflicted wound I write a single word on the wall.
Love
I take the knife again and cut the same wrist once, twice, ten times more. Not the other one, not long-ways. I want to die slowly. About ten minutes later you open the door. You look first at the wall then down to me. You gasp. I know. I am drenched in blood. It is pooling around me, a sea of crimson.
"Why are you here?" you ask. "Why are you doing this?"
"I am not doing anything," I gasp. "You did this. You are killing me." My vision's red and blurry but still I can see. I can see you cry. I can see you sob.
"I never asked for this! I never wanted a stalker!" Then I realized as I faded away
It wasn't all of a sudden.
You always hated me. |
Submission Name: Love
