She:
It wasn't love; not in the usual sense.
She loved him because of what had happened.
His girlfriend's death
His suffering
That was why she was in love with him.
She felt the need to care for him, and ease his pain.
When all she was doing was digging them both deeper.
I love you, she told him. She cringed at her own response.
She was lying.
His girlfriends death had brought them together.
She felt a strange attachment to him. Which really,
Nobody could really decipher.
There was an invisable string tying them together. Unable to break or split or snap.
He made her wear and dress like how his girlfriend used to.
He'd make her listen to the same music.
Eventually
She'd become "her".
She wouldn't be herself anymore. And this had been the boys plan all along:
Change this poor innocent girl into something she wasn't.
And once she finally realized what he was doing, and her heart tore apart
He wouldn't care.
And once he realized it himself, rage surged through him.
He hit her.
Her beat her.
She cried and moaned and begged him to stop.
He didn't care. He never had cared for her.
He had only used her
to fill the throbbing ache in his heart.
Soon he'd move on to another girl and do the same thing.
Violet wrists, and burns covering her arms.
And she would be left to mourn and scream and suffer.
Alone...
He:
The wound in his heart was too large. Blood oozed from it.
He missed her so much he'd do anything.
His girlfriend was dead. Missing.
Is that what it was? Missing?
She was gone. Lost somewhere, though he wasn't sure where.
He wanted her back more than anything.
Then he met somebody else.
Once he noticed how willing, and how heartsick she was to watch his pain
He made her fall in love with him.
And she already felt so bad for him that she would never tear herself away from him now.
In his time of need.
Then slowly, he began to change her.
He gave her band t-shirts; the kind of bands his girlfriend had listened to.
He made her do, and watch everything that his girlfriend had.
He was changing her into his own little puppet.
He controlled her.
She had no option but to take and follow his orders.
She was trapped.
Though he soon realized that this poor girl wasn't his girlfriend.
She never would be.
His girlfriend was dead. He couldn't change that.
So out of his anger he beat her. He shoved her and smashed her head into the walls.
Her sobs and screams almost made him feel better.
It was comforting to know that there were other people out there
That felt pain and that suffered,
Besides him...
-Maiah
P.S Sorry if any of that was confusing at all. Haha. I wrote it in like 10 minutes. :D
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