Thsi is my second one-shot and my third story. I hope you like it and I know I can't write very well so any comments you might have please give them to me. And I know that you, BA de Danone, will give commetns no matter what. So go ahead, I'm waiting...

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. (Even thought there are no names in this stroy)

You killed me. My death is blood on your hands.

I died because of you. Because of the guilt, your conscience will take over.

This is all your fault. I will never forgive you.

You made this world impossible to live in. You destroyed everything and everyone in it. You made sure no one would be happy, no, because you destroyed that emotion. Because of you there is nothing left to live for yet we go on leaving. There is no safety, no beauty, no emotion. There is nothing waiting for us at the end because you made sure that there would be nothing left to wait for us. Everything is gone and now I am too. And this is all your fault. The blame is on you.

I wish I could retrace my steps and kill you when I could of. I would be lying if I said that I could of finished you off. I couldn't of and you know it. This is why you killed me instead. You made sure I'd never see another day of my life and it worked. You fucking bastard. I hate you so much. I wish you'd just go away and leave us all alone. You hurt us too much already. Just leave… leave us to live the rest of our broken lives in peace. You ruined everything. You ruined every plan everyone had ever made and you gloat about it. Just because your world came crashing down doesn't mean that you have to ruin everybody else's. You really are a heartless human being.

I hate you. I really, really hate you. Do you know how powerful and hurtful those words really are. I do. You repeated them to me constantly and I never forgot them. They hurt me so much. They still do. Remember how you would say them and I would repeat them and you would get really mad. Well that isn't going to happen again because you killed me. You destroyed me, my heart, my memories, my hate. There won't be any more heated arguments, disagreements, or slaps coming from me because I'm dead. You made sure of that.

You didn't only destroy my life but the life of all the people I care about and who care about me. When you broke me, you broke them too. When you killed me, you killed a part of them too. You killed parts of people, parts that they will never see again, feel again, parts that meant a lot to them. You just destroyed them as if they didn't mean anything. You son of a bitch. I hate this, I hate you, I hate what you used to be and what you've become. I hate you so much.

This is all your fault.

You killed me and I hate your for it. I wish you were dead. I wish that you would leave me alone. I hate you.

But the thing is, I don't hate you at all… The truth is that I love you. I really, really love you. I love you so much that it hurts. It hurts to love you, to think of you, to talk about you. It hurts because you rejected me, because you thought my feelings didn't matter. But they do, they matter to me, they matter to my friends and you took that for granted.

That is why I hate you. Yet that is why I love you.

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