So this was just a little one shot I came up with. I was listening to "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga, and hence my inspiration. It's very short by the way, but I hope it's good.
As he walked me up the long stair case I couldn't help but realize this isn't what I wanted. Call me crazy, but everything that went on the past week has made me realize that he really does love me. He may have hurt me in all ways possible, but he did it for love.
He held my arm tighter, scared I would run again. But I wouldn't. Ever since we were little I've always had these feelings for him, I didn't know what they were until I found Jimmy. Every summer when he came back, the feelings from before would rush in. They took over me, I couldn't even remember I loved Jimmy.
But I was in love with him. I loved everything about him. He was sick, and maybe that was my favorite thing about him. The bad things about him is what I love.
He's like a disease, a bad disease.
He opened the door and lead me in. Jimmy stood scared and defeated, his hands bound to the wooden beam.
I made my mind up. Jimmy doesn't deserve this, and what I was about to do. He didn't deserve anything that happened.
I didn't deserve him.
I felt a nudge on my back and turned to him. He motioned to Jimmy, "Go say goodbye." I nodded and drew a deep breath, I had to be strong for Jimmy. He wasn't like the poisonous love running through me. He wasn't a disease, the disease I love and yearned for.
Jimmy was the cure I couldn't have. And he was for revenge. Revenge from the man who stole me. Jimmy took me from him, and he hated him for it.
I looked at Jimmy. So beautiful, even with the wear and tear from what happened. Cuts and bruises he wore, I realized were because of me. He had revenge written all over him, from a disease that couldn't be cured.
My hands went to his face, and the clothe in his mouth. I pulled it down, and was instantly drawn to his bruised lips. "I'm sorry I never called." I whispered.
Before I could say anything more, he kissed me hard. It was like he knew what I was about to do. Like he knew he couldn't save me from the horrors, my fears, standing behind me. I just wanted to kiss Jimmy's fear away. Take all his horrors and keep them for myself. A reminder of how I hurt him, past, present, and future.
I pulled away, "Goodbye Jimmy." He was shocked, but this was for our own goods. He would be happier, and I would be too, knowing that he was happy.
I turned away from him, not wanting to regret it and take it back. I faced him, my monster, my horror, the disease. I was ready. I was ready to be caught in a bad romance.
