So, like, I got really bored.
And I wrote this really short story.
Which sucks, leave me alone D: <
Kay ppl, here it is. Try not to gauge your eyes out upon reading.
srsly, I was really bored. STFU
I layed in the make-shift bed on the floor, wondering how I could possibly let this go so far. The tears by now were streaming down my face as I silently weeped. Alone. In the dark. I thought back to happier times. Jay, the love of my life, and I, had moved in together into his house. I was madly in love with him. My heart would miss a beat everytime I saw him. To have him hold me in his arms, to feel his heartbeat as I pressed my head against his chest - it was brilliant.
But the brilliance of this was shattered, chewed up and spit out. A man by the name of Robert pulled me aside one night on my way home, and threatened to kill Jay if I didn't end the relationship with him. At first, I didn't believe him. Until he pulled out a gun, and sent me along. I was not to tell Jay what had just happened. I had to make him believe I was doing this on my own free will. It hurt. I had to truly and sincerely make him believe I didn't love him. The tears, as I remember, were streaming down my face, as he accepted my leaving him.
From then on, I've been living with Robert. He sends me out to do the odd erand on a strict time limit. I have to be back within fifteen minutes with what he wants, or I get beaten. I have a black eye, and my nose is bruised from when he broke it and had to put it back into place himself. I'm constantly forced telling people it was an accident, that I fell down the stairs and smashed my face. The worst part about these errands is how often I see Jay. It seems everywhere I go, there he is. What's even worse about that is I've been strictly prohibited from talking to him. Robert says that if he ever finds out I've been having any kind of interaction with him, he'll kill us both.
Here I am now, laying on the floor and staring up at the window. I can't take it anymore. I want out. I sit up and rip my gaze from the window. No, I tell myself, as I sigh deeply. As I dry the tears from my eyes, I hear the door open. In walks Robert, knife in hand, and I think, Maybe I won't have to kill myself after all... But instead, however, he throws the knife down in front of me.
"Now," he says, his deep, sly voice breaking the silence. I look up at him, wondering what possibly he could want. He smiles down at me, his crooked, yellow teeth exposed. I gulped. "I got a little errand for ya." He says. And now, I know this can't be good. He kicks the knife towards me and too steps forward, pulling me up by the front of the shirt. I don't struggle. I don't scream. I don't fight. It gets you nothing but a bloody nose.
"What is it, Robert?" I ask, my voice shaking. He bends over and picks up the knife. He grabs me by the wrist and pulls out my arm, turning it over so the palm was facing up. He places the knife in my hand and closes my fingers around the handle. I look down to the knife for a moment before looking back to him.
"You dear, are gonna take that there knife, and end it for a certain someone." he says to me, the crooked smile on his face stretching. I begin to shake. "See, I think ya still got somethin' for Jay. It's about time we took him out of the picture." My eyes shoot open. I gasp, my legs feel like J-ELLO.
"No..." I whisper as I try to keep balance. Robert doesn't like this. He smacks me in the face and grabs me by the throat.
"It's either him or your family." He tells me. I throw the knife to the ground and grab him by the arm, trying desperately to pull him off of me. As my attempts fail, I come to the conclusion that I won't kill any of them.
"Then... I'll kill myself..." I choke out. Robert lets go.
"You kill yourself, both your family and Jay are goners." he says. I look down to the knife on the ground and wonder if I could kill Robert instead. I lunge at it, but he grabs me by the back of the shirt before I can even hit the ground and pulls me up, smashing me against the wall. I realized he was much stronger than me, and even with a knife, he probably still had his gun on him.
"Please don't make me do this!" I scream. He smiles and grabs the knife from the ground, still holding me against the wall. He then pulls away and drags me by the wrist down the stairs and into his old, beat up truck. He throws me into the passenger seat and buckes me up, locking the door and childproofing it. He then hurries to his side and jumps in. I'm weeping heavily by now.
"Ah, shut up." he yells. But I can't stop. I have to take the life of the one my heart still beat heavily for. I spent the drive weeping, but suddenly came to an abrupt stop when the truck pulled up in front of Jay's house. I look up to it, my cheeks stained with the tears I had just cried. His bedroom light was on. This was not going to be easy. "Go." Robert demands. I quietly slip from the truck and slowly make my way across the street. I'm at his front door by now. I don't bother knocking, I just walk right in.
I'm in his bedroom, looking down at him. He lay on his side, in the comfortable bed I used to share with him, his long black hair still pulled back into a ponytail, his face as angelic as ever. He's asleep, but still in a pair of jeans and his black sweater-jacket, open at the front to reveal my favourite white tee-shirt. He hasn't gotten under the covers yet, and I notice his hand keeping his place in a book he was reading. I remember how he always use to do that when him and I were dating. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I walk around, so I'm now in front of him. I hope he doesn't wake up, so he can die a peaceful death, but just as I raise the knife above my head, about to bring it down, his eyes flutter open, and shift up to me. I quickly lower the knife and hold it behind my back. He doesn't notice this as he smiles up to me.
"Audrey..." he says as he sits up and stretches. "Was I really asleep?" He looks to his bedside clock. It reads 1:17A.M. "Hm," he says as he looks up to me with his dark brown eyes. "What are you doing here?" he gets to his feet and looks down at me.
I fall against him and wrap my arms around him, pressing my face into his chest and sobbing heavily. I feel his arms wrap around me as he rests his chin on the top of my head. My heart flutters as he holds me in the warmth of the hug, and I press my head against his chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart. The sweet, sweet sound I'll never hear again.
"I'm sorry..." I say quietly, as I hold him tigher in the hug. "but it was either you or my family...." I could feel him move his head to look down at me. He pushes away and holds me gently by the shoulders.
"What do you mean, Audrey?!" he asks, as he tries to look me directly in the eyes. I keep my head turned to avoid eye contact, but my gaze shifts upon his face. His expression was a mixture of confused and frightened. I fall against him again, keeping my arms wrapped around him, knife still in one hand.
"I love you.." I whisper as I stab the knife into the middle of his back. I hear him gasp as he steps back. He coughs up a few drops of blood before looking to me. I struggle to breath as he stares at me wide eyed.
"You..." he gasps, before coughing again. I watch with tears rolling down my cheeks as he stumbles backwards a few steps and against the wall, which he slides down, leaving a trail of blood down the wall. My legs give in. I fall to my knees. He says nothing as I crawl over to him and sit in his lap, sobbing as I press my head to his chest and listen to his heartbeat for the last time as it slows into silence. I know he's gone to heaven.
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