Love. That was supposed to mean something. But to me love is just another word. A word that makes me pine for the person that I love. Makes me think about the times that we spent together. Makes me think about what the word really means. Love is the way that you feel when that special person touches your skin, love is the way your stomach flips when you see that person, love is not seeing the faults, love is never having to say your sorry. And that is what Troy done, he never apologised for hurting me. For throwing me into the gutter after he had used me. He told me that he loved me but it was all a lie. Troy doesn't know what Love is. He's a heartless selfless bastard that only cares about himself. He treated me like shit, like I was some sex toy that he could use and abuse and then throw away when something better came along.
I hold the knife above my wrist. My hand is shaking. I'm sweating. I close my eyes and bring the knife closer to my wrist and slice as I think of all the hurt and the pain that Troy has caused me. I am not going to allow him to hurt me more. I am not going to let him see the hurt that's in my eyes when he's got his arm wrapped around Gabriella's neck. I am not going to let him call me 'Faggot' anymore.
I watch as the blood drips from my wrist and hits the floor. The release feels good. I slice again, feeling the blade slide across my vein, slicing it and causing me to feel weak. I cannot hold on anymore, I am becoming too weak. I feel myself beginning to fall into unconsciousness and I drop the blade. I begin to collapse, I hit the floor, I close my eyes, I begin to fade. I manage to clutch onto the note in my hand. I disappear completely, my heart stopping beating.
The blood stained note in my hand. The last thing I have ever written. The thing that I hope Troy sees. To make him realise what he has done. "TROY - YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE I EVER LOVED"
I have faded.
I am gone.