Feelings of Nothing
Pains of arguments..Pains of the past..Pains of the present..
As Jack felt a pain in his heart when Maria cried, and ran, he started to run, but felt a pull on him, as if something was holding him back. Jack looked around, and saw Karen, holding his arm. "Jack.. You had your choice between me, and her.. And you choose me.. Don't be going back on it now.." Karen said, as she pulled him closer in to her. "But.." Jack said, then stopped, as Karen hugged his arm.
Jack sighed, as Karen slowly managed to get in front of him, and then pulled his head down to hers. Jack tried to pull away, but couldn't because by the time he decided to, Karen had already pressed her lips on his, and the kiss was growing in passion.
As Karen buried her tongue in Jacks mouth, she knew that he was upset, but she didn't care. His choice was her, not Maria, so he should damn well be happy to be with her. As the kiss finished up, Karen felt Jack become restless, then before she knew it, she was thrown on the ground, and Jack was running. Karen quickly stood up, "Fine then! If that's how you want it! You bastard!" Karen said, then slowly fell to her knees in the sand, "You bastard..." She said again, but now crying.
As Jack hit the crossroads for his farm, the mountain, and town, he saw Maria, slowly walking back to her house. Jack started to run to catch up with her, but stopped when he saw Harris put his arms around her, near the cemetery. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could tell that Maria wasn't crying as hard as before. "I'm sorry.." Jack said slowly, as he turned around and started back to his farm.
Jack got into his small house, and started to cry, he had hurt the person he loved the most in the world, Jack didn't know what he could do.. Except what he had only tried once.. Jack walked into the small kitchen, found a knife, and slowly rolled up his sleeve. "Maybe, they will never learn.. Maybe they will think I became a hermit.. Who knows.." Jack thought, as he ran the knife over his vain, but not cutting it.
Jack frowned, as he slashed at his arm instead of his vain, the blood immediately started rushing out. Jack let out a cry of pain, as he realized what he did, and then noticed as the blood dripped over onto the floor. "I hate myself.. I hate my life.. I hate myself.. I hate my life..." Jack muttered, as he dropped the knife, and slowly dragged himself to the washroom. "I deserved this...I hope I die.." Jack thought
10 minutes later, after the bleeding had slowed, Jack wrapped a towel around his arm to stop the bleeding, then slowly got thread, and a needle, and stitched up his arm. "It has stopped bleeding.. But I hope I die anyway.." Jack thought, as he walked into his small bedroom, and fell asleep.
Pains of arguments..Pains of the past..Pains of the present..
As Jack felt a pain in his heart when Maria cried, and ran, he started to run, but felt a pull on him, as if something was holding him back. Jack looked around, and saw Karen, holding his arm. "Jack.. You had your choice between me, and her.. And you choose me.. Don't be going back on it now.." Karen said, as she pulled him closer in to her. "But.." Jack said, then stopped, as Karen hugged his arm.
Jack sighed, as Karen slowly managed to get in front of him, and then pulled his head down to hers. Jack tried to pull away, but couldn't because by the time he decided to, Karen had already pressed her lips on his, and the kiss was growing in passion.
As Karen buried her tongue in Jacks mouth, she knew that he was upset, but she didn't care. His choice was her, not Maria, so he should damn well be happy to be with her. As the kiss finished up, Karen felt Jack become restless, then before she knew it, she was thrown on the ground, and Jack was running. Karen quickly stood up, "Fine then! If that's how you want it! You bastard!" Karen said, then slowly fell to her knees in the sand, "You bastard..." She said again, but now crying.
As Jack hit the crossroads for his farm, the mountain, and town, he saw Maria, slowly walking back to her house. Jack started to run to catch up with her, but stopped when he saw Harris put his arms around her, near the cemetery. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could tell that Maria wasn't crying as hard as before. "I'm sorry.." Jack said slowly, as he turned around and started back to his farm.
Jack got into his small house, and started to cry, he had hurt the person he loved the most in the world, Jack didn't know what he could do.. Except what he had only tried once.. Jack walked into the small kitchen, found a knife, and slowly rolled up his sleeve. "Maybe, they will never learn.. Maybe they will think I became a hermit.. Who knows.." Jack thought, as he ran the knife over his vain, but not cutting it.
Jack frowned, as he slashed at his arm instead of his vain, the blood immediately started rushing out. Jack let out a cry of pain, as he realized what he did, and then noticed as the blood dripped over onto the floor. "I hate myself.. I hate my life.. I hate myself.. I hate my life..." Jack muttered, as he dropped the knife, and slowly dragged himself to the washroom. "I deserved this...I hope I die.." Jack thought
10 minutes later, after the bleeding had slowed, Jack wrapped a towel around his arm to stop the bleeding, then slowly got thread, and a needle, and stitched up his arm. "It has stopped bleeding.. But I hope I die anyway.." Jack thought, as he walked into his small bedroom, and fell asleep.