A/N: I had this crazy idea of a story and right now, I don't even know what anime or book it's based from. It's one of those things that just hits you. So, just read on.

~Why I should have killed you~

Chapter 1: You should have died

You can't put me in a group or conclude that I'm a certain type of person because frankly, you'll be wrong. I can't even define myself so what gives you the right to define me.

Please don't misunderstand; I'm only trying to tell you what even I can't tell myself. I am a spastic, hyperactive, high-attitude, punk, loser, emo who hates life.

Well, that's what I want you to think.

For me to go into my life right now would only make this story longer and since I am not an open person, I would plainly tell you: I am not your regular average person.

I hate boys and it's not because I got raped when I was a kid. No, I hate boys because they have hurt me so much, my body had built up a defense system to keep them away. Confused? There's more.

I will deny lots of things about myself that may be true and that had made me miss a lot of opportunity and things in my life. I will tell you I hate the color white but I love the creamy white of a vanilla yogurt or ice cream. I can't help it.

No, I am not mentally challenged. If I was, I would not be telling you this story about this boy that I fell in love with and how I hurt him, only to find out that he was the one that make me into the crazy bitch that I am today.

No, I don't have any problems or issues.

For you to read my story, you have to have guts. You can't be a squeally little mama or papa's kid. As for me, I hate my mom because she forced me to do things I didn't want to do and now she's dead and for god's sakes I didn't kill her. She merely jumped off a bridge when her debts got too high. As for my dad, he's in jail for good reasons.

I won't say that it all started at a particular point but, I will tell you that the day I say him, my life changed. I mean, I was trying to cross the street but some car accidentally tried to run me over and he was there, he saved me, I fell in love and we eloped.

You ass, we did not elope. When he touched me, I pushed him into the oncoming car and watched as he got run over. No, he didn't die, yet.

I was going to make him pay but seeing him covered in his blood made me call 911 and then run away because I was seriously thinking of smashing my high heel through his head and then his heart because of touching me.

I am not antisocial. As a matter of fact, have a sassy cat that hates men and tries to rip out their throat. She's awesome but they want to take her away. They'll never take her alive.

Anyway, I run to my house and as soon as I come in, my cell phone rings. It's the police. They wanted to know why I didn't stay on the line and give them directions and if I could come to the hospital because they wanted to see me and ask me some questions. You would think that a normal person would just do as the officer said but since I'm not normal, I do the opposite.

I start swearing at the policeman, telling him that it was not my fault. I told him to fucking leave me alone that I did not want to talk to anyone.

I did not realize the seriousness or the amount of damage I had done until I opened my window and there were three police cars there.

After that, I go on a rampage swearing and throwing things around. I tried to run away from the police but, they caught me, took me the station and we cleared up our differences.

Heh, they just concluded that I was indeed an innocent crazy bitch who hates people.

I seriously wanted to smack them and say 'duh' but since I really had to pee, I let it go.

I went to pee and when I looked in the mirror, I saw some chick that looked like she's been in a blender. A little caffeine would solve that.

The policeman had told me the guy would be okay and told me where he was being taken care of. Damn him, I felt responsible. I decided to visit and check to see if he was okay or if he was going to die and although he deserved it, he did try to save my life.

The nurse guided me to his room and gave me an evil eye because I had asked if she injected jello into her boobs. You should have seen those balloons, wiggling around like they didn't have enough space to breath. They didn't.

I went to his room and decide that he was pretty okay because he had his leg up in a cast and he was reading a book.

Is there no justice in this world?

I stand by the door and glare at him until he realizes that someone was at the door. He screamed, I screamed, he screamed and I asked him why he was fucking screaming. He said nothing and we spent another ten minutes looking at each other.

He was not gazing at me with adoring eyes because he could not imagine someone as beautiful as me.

No, he was looking at me like I was the deadliest snake and I was starving.

I didn't want to walk over and say thank you but I did.

"Why are you thanking me?" he asked.

"Becsameemft…temmm…my…amree."

"I can't hear you."

"I said because you tried to save my freaking life."

"You pushed me into the car."

"My hand slipped."

"What the fuck?"

"Don't swear in a hospital."

"The first sentence you said when you came in here had fuck in it."

"The first sentence was a scream and the word was fucking not fuck. There's a difference."

"No, there's not."

"Yes there is. Fuck is the action and fucking is the doing of the fuck action."

"That doesn't make sense."

"It does to me."

"Well, have you ever been fucked?" he asked. I was sitting on his bed without any idea of how I got there.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and smashed his mouth against mine. The moment that I let slip by; he used it to grab my fake boobs and one of them fell out.

I punched him and was about to kick his broken leg when he said.

"You're a boy, right?"

A/N: Even I have to admit this story is really weird. I was going to make him a girl but I made him a guy. I haven't come up with any name plus I don't know if I should give him a girly name or a masculine one. If you have any suggestions, tell me. One more thing, this story comes to me when I'm typing it. I don't know what's going to happen in the second chapter so, be warned.