Entering and Breaking
I had always been told stealing was bad. But not just stealing. Robbing, trespassing, breaking and entering. All things I had come to learn as crimes in the society I was apart of. I didn't want to be punished, so therefore I didn't do bad things. And then there's also that good person in me who would feel guilty for doing anything wrong, even if I just stole a paper clip off of someone's desk. I was careful not to commit these crimes, but I never thought I would be a victim.
I should have known dating the bad guy would be a bad idea. But I was swayed by his charming personality, good looks, and that one sparkly blue eye that caught me in a trance everytime I stared into it long enough. But when he stole my heart, I didn't consider it a bad thing. I was happy to let him steal it. But then wouldn't that be borrowing? Borrow didn't seem to be the right word. I wasn't planning on having him return it. In truth, I gave him my heart. Because I truly thought he wanted it.
Maybe he did want it. Maybe getting to my heart was all in his master plan to hurt me. Phase one: enter heart. Phase two: break it. I never saw it coming, but it certainly did it's job. He hurt me. Bad. The wound he gave me was so deep, I'm not sure how long it will take to heal. I should have saw it coming. But I didn't. I had been taught that breaking and entering was bad. But never had I heard of entering and breaking. Though I've never been the victim of a real theif, I think I know what hurts you more.
A/N - So what did you think? It was more of a long drabbled than a Oneshot, but I enjoyed writing it. Let me know your opinion in a review!