A/N: Okay. I just finished this one last night. I got the idea during history class. Call me weird, but I'd like to dedicate this story to all the soldiers who lost their lives during the Battle of Verdun and the Battle of the Somme, fighting the style of attrition. Of course, I doubt the way they fighted was exactly like this!!!
By the way, I purposely didn't mention any names. The pairing is up to you. Review at the end!
Attrition
He pushed her.
He pushed her around like it was no big deal.
And that's because it wasn't.
(This is what they live for.)
They lived to kill each other like this.
This is all it is.
They love each other
To death.
That's why killing each other
Sounds like so much fun
All the time.
Because that's all they are.
(This is what they live for.)
This is it.
All it is is rough play.
All it is is a game.
All it is is a war in the room at night.
That's it.
They could care less about how the other feels.
Just as long as they're murdering each other.
Just as long as they're kissing violently.
Just as long as the other isn't backing down.
Never back down.
If you do, you're weak.
(This is what they live for.)
Their friends hate them for it.
His friends insist that they hook him up with a girl with a better body.
Her girls promise her they'll find her a guy that won't leave her black and blue.
But that's not what they want.
They want a marathon.
They want it to be vulgar.
They want the other to be a conquest.
(This is what they live for.)
And every night,
All it is
Is a fight to see how quick they shove the other down.
Sometimes she'll win,
Other times he'll be named the winner.
And the hardest thing
For both of them
Is admitting that they're afraid
That this vulgarity
That this crudity
That this smuttiness
Will literally kill them.
(This is what they live for.)
But this is what they asked for,
So they don't whine.
They just wait for the other to give up
And pray to god that it's soon.
Because he's surprised how strong she is
And she's appalled at how weak he can be.
But they don't take it any easier on each other
Because that's illegal
And they know
That as soon as they back down for a second
That the other will crush them
Without even trying.
(This is what they live for.)
And when she wakes up
And looks at herself
In the bathroom mirror
And sees all the polka dots
All the stripes
All the colors
(Purple, Black, and Blue.)
Colors she used to love
Colors that looked good on her
Colors that weren't
A permanent reminder
That she could've gotten out of this before it started.
Colors that weren't
A permanent reminder
That she could've chosen a different path.
Colors that weren't
A permanent reminder
That she can never fix this
And that she can
Never go back.
(This is what she lives for.)
Now,
When he looks in the mirror,
All he can see
Are the nail marks
Are the scratches
Are the bloody scabs
(R E D.)
And all looking in the mirror
Does for him now
Is repeat to him
The same things
That are repeated to her
When she looks at her reflection.
(This is what he lives for.)
They keep going.
And going.
And going.
Because that's what it's all about.
Fighting till the end.
Fighting for everything.
Fighting for nothing.
Fighting…
Even if you don't know what the hell you're fighting for.
Because this is what they live for…
They live to kill.