A/N: I was inspired by a poem I read in class, and now I'm writing a short story similar to it. Enjoy!
I'm trying to leave, packed my bags, emptied my room. And now here I stand, before you. The final showdown. No, don't deny it. We're enemies, through those transparent smiles, we hate each other. No, no, listen. Listen to me. Just this once. We always competed, always tried to take control. Remember when you left, and I was in charge? Oh, yes, well I changed after that. I'm not that damsel in distress anymore, I've advanced, I've improved. I won't make the mistake of running after you, or depending on you to save me anymore. Don't look at me like that, you known that I was a mess, and you liked that, didn't you? Saving the hopeless ditzy girl, who happens to be head over heals in love with you. Any boy's dream to play hero, isn't it?
HA! I cant believe that was what they saw between us. Imagine that. You and me. I'm sorry, but I absolutely hate you.
Ouch. Did that hurt, Jones? You thought I loved you? Well I did. Not anymore though. You see, you basically turned me into you. I used to be free until you came into the scene, you snapped my wings off and kept me in this cage. I cant fly. I try to fly, like right now. You're standing in my way. I can easily pass you, flip you if necessary. Black belt, remember? Oh, yeah, you didn't know that did you? Well, big shot, I guess you should've spent a little less attention on yourself. Aw, you're crying? Whatever happened to big strong Fred? I know it's an act, Fred, and I'm not falling for it. Honestly, I've taken drama classes with you, I've seen this plenty of times before. You know what's funny. I know you. I know you pull that face and then go in for the kill. It's like a cycle, you're happy, then sad and finally angry. It's a constant loop- and here it is the anger. You're asking WHY? WHY? Because I'm sick of this. I'm sick of- You're not even letting me speak! Oh come on, Fred. You pace up and down in your PJ's, how on earth could you still be awake at this hour? I'm keeping a calm face, watching you. I'll listen to your rambling, but if you're any louder you'll wake up the rest. And we will have to cut this conversation short. Ah, got your attention now. Calming down, good. Now, let me speak. Explain. You love me? I heard that before, nothing new. It's just words to me. No! I'm not telling you where I'm going! It's pointless that way, you'll follow me. You're like a bad rash, you're so itchy and the more I scratch, you spread and spread. I'm suffocating.
Go? You… want me to go?
You've given up already? That was unexpected, I thought you would rant a little longer... You've accepted this? So quickly?
Go now? Really?
Oh I see, reverse psychology. Still playing the mind games, eh? Well, so am I. Look around you, Jones. You're still a boy, with aspirations higher than you can reach. And you plan reach them by kicking people down. Look at Velma. She could be studying. She could be successful. Better. And you HATE that, don't you? You hate people better than you. So you put a collar on her, keep her by your side, like me. No more, Fred. I refuse.
The last alternative, begging. You're back to the sad stage again. You're begging for me to stay, saying that you need me. Heh, only thing you need me for is to make you look good. You're down on your knees, telling me that you'll change, that I'll be leader, that you'll be better to me. It's not only me, Freddy. Crying as I watch you. My suitcase still firmly in my hand, my umbrella in the other. I want to kick you, and yet I want to embrace you. I want to wipe away your tears. But I stand, frozen. My heart whispers gently for me to hold you. My mind screams for me to move. Move while you're down.
For the first time, I listen to my mind.