What Makes You Beautiful
Prologue
She promised she wouldn't tell a soul. She promised she would keep all my deep dark secrets. She promised she would never leave me. She promised she would always be my best friend. She promised she'd always be by my side. She promised she would always be my shoulder to cry on. She promised she would always support me. She promised, she promised, she promised.
This all apparently meant absolutley nothing to her. Nothing. Nothing at all. My entire world came crashing down around me, shattering into a million fucking tiny little pieces when I read that damn letter she left me. She just walked away from me, from us. No fucking remorse, not a fucking care in the world. Not even a damn goodbye. I can't believe the mother fucking bitch. God dammit why did I ever trust her with my life, my secrets, my heart, my soul? Why did I ever let her break down the walls I had built around my heart? I should've known I was going to get hurt in the end. I should've fucking known.
To her, I may have been nothing but a friend, but to me she was something more. Oh so, so much more. She was my life, my light in the dark, my sunshine, my reason for existence, my heart, my soul, my world, my…my everything. Of course, I never dared tell her this. I probably never would, especially now that she was gone. Forever Gone. I was now forever alone.
My nervously shaking fingers curved around the smooth black metal of the deadly weapon. I held on to it so tightly the deep brown skin of my knuckles turned a pale and sickly white. My thumb played with the safety, on and off, on and off, on and off. He would die tonight. He would not cause me or my family pain anymore. He wouldn't walk all over me anymore. Not now, not ever. His life would end tonight. Maybe I, myself, would be next, but that didn't matter right now.
I crept quietly into the living room. He sat on the torn up couch watching some stupid ass football game sipping on what to have been his like tenth Bud Light tonight. Empty alcohol bottles piled up in the plastic bin beside his chair like tissues when you're in bed with the flu. I tiptoed up slowly and carefully behind him and placed the small pistol against his temple, he was completely unaware of this in his intoxicated state. Mother Fucking Bastard. As I pulled the trigger the same thought came to my mind again. She promised, She promised, She promised…..
AN: So I know I said I was going to rewrite True Love Never Dies and I will, but this story came to me in the middle of English class while we were reading Tale of Two Cities and I just had to write it. I truly hope you enjoy it because I enjoyed writing it. This story will be updated at latest weekly, I'm hoping like every 3 or 4 days though. Please leave a review; I would love to know your thoughts on this story. I think it's going to be one of my best, but truly that is up to the readers, which is you people. I know its really short but the chapters will be much much longer. Swear.
-Shelbie of the Theater Twins