Here's the second half of the story. I decided not to blow up everyone's emails too much.


Look at Me


He's right there. I don't know what comes over me but I want to hurt him. I want him to know how much I'm hurting. I beat him. I hit him so many times that my soda goes flat. His blood coats the bottom of my bottle and drips onto the floor. I stare into his eyes because I want the last thing he sees in this world before he leaves to be me.

Sometimes I do bad things because of you.