• Bullet For My Valentine

    “I didn’t mean to I swear.” she said quivering. “I don’t see how you didn’t mean to!” he yelled. His hands were shaking in anger and hurt. His own self-pity was surging through his veins. He couldn’t believe what she had done to him.

    The room was dark except for the blue glow of the full moon pouring in over the room. It was around 10:00 pm. The beach was dead silent except for the occasional hoot from an owl or the waves out the water. The house they were in was an old log cabin. There was only one bed with one T.V and it was right next to the small kitchen. It was only their summer home. It was there for when the man had to travel to North Carolina for his job during the summer. “Why, why would you do this? What have I done to you?” He was holding back from crying, his tears that were about to pour out.

    The wooden floor was warm as the air was heavy with humidity. It was getting harder to breath for him. He just wanted to escape, escape from all that was unfolding in front of him. He was thinking of a different summer, a flash back to when they were there in the home a few years ago. He wanted to meet up with her at the beach for the sunset. The ocean was moving in and out of the tide. The warm water leaving, those dark tans on the line between the sand and the ocean. The white foam of the ocean was crashing little by little back to its clear blue home. The sun was starting to set with the warm summer air blowing through his brown hair. She called him earlier, telling him she wasn’t going to make it. It hurt him but he still went to see the show. The orange and purple clouds started to fill the sky. Then he felt the warmth of her hand on his shoulder. He turned around quickly to meet her blue eyes meeting his brown eyes. Her blonde hair was blowing softly in the clean, warm air. It flashes back to our first seen.

    He stared into the eyes of someone he once thought he knew. “I’m sorry,” she said. He couldn’t accept it, he was devastated. How could the girl he loved and have been with for 6 years now be lying to him? “I want you to come with me,” he said faintly. “Why?” she asked. “Just do it, please” They walked to the bed. As they walked across the creaking floor she had a slight smile on her face. She didn’t really care at all. She had her friends and her secret lover. He saw it though: he saw it in the mirror. Her evil smile mocking him. He knew she would get her friends to be against him. They were all friends at first.

    They met in this art class together. Something for the community it was. He couldn’t stand it. “There is something I must give you” he said, his dark brown hair in his face. His eyes were bugging out of his head. He was looking down, the sweat dripping down from his head. He was leaning over the bed now. He thought to himself, “This is the same bed we have shared before and now we shall share nothing again. Nothing but one thing.” His fists were clenched and straining on the white bed sheet. He was staring directly at the pillows. “Why? What did I do to you Li…Li” he couldn’t even speak her name because he was destroyed by her hatred towards him. “I don’t know,” she said “maybe you should have tried harder.” “Try Harder!? How much harder could I try!? I gave you everything! I called you all the time just like you wanted. I bought you everything you dreamed of. All I wanted in return was your love and you couldn’t even give me that!” He was falling apart. His heart was swollen with agony.

    His brown hair was now wet because of the humidity and hanging in his face. He was starting to let it all go; he was breaking down and starting to cry. It started to rain and thunder clapped across the air. It felt as though the sound split the air in half. Lightning flashed out side lighting only one side of his face. The girl tried to just start packing up her stuff but he told her to wait. “Wait for what?” she replied. The wind started to blow the trees against the house windows and made the scratching noise that pierces the ears. “Just wait one minute please I have something for you” The man started to reach under his pillow. “What, what do you possibly have for me you’re nothing to me.” He pulled out a small black handgun. He pointed it to her. “NO, no please we can talk about this,” she said as the reality of what she had done to him finally sunk in. “I already tired talking to you and all you told me was I could try harder, you told me I was nothing.” He started to cry more and now he couldn’t hold it back any longer. The gun was shaking in his hands and he pointed it to her heart. “Even this bullet will never give you anything close to the amount of pain you gave me!” he yelled at her.

    The rain was now pounding against the windows as lightning light up the room except for his eyes. His eyes were shadowed out just big black shadows over his eyes that were hidden beneath his hair. He looked into he blue eyes that were tearing and told her “goodbye” and pulled the trigger. A loud shot rang through out the area. Then there was nothing. The thunder and lightning stopped and the rain settled down. It was quiet no sound except for the light rain and his quiet weeping. He fell to the floor on his knees and dropped the gun to the side. He clenched his fists and was now kneeling his knuckles on the wood floor. His tears were hitting the floor, being soaked up just as fast as they fell. As he knelt there and again started to cry, he managed to utter out the words, “Bullet for my Valentine”