My attempt at dark, drama type stuff... don't poke fun, my first time. A bit short, too...
Disclaimer: this does not belong to me.
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I will get her. I will make her pay for what she did to me. I loved her, dearly, yet she shoved my hopes and dreams into the mud... No, she won't get away with it, I'll make sure of it.
As I walk down the sidewalk toward my destination, I remember...
"I love you," I said. She laughed. I was mortified. She laughed. I'll never forget her words to me... "You are pathetic. You actually thought I would love you? You must be joking. Run along, and don't come back," She promptly showed me the door. I knew then I would make her pay.
I wouldn't miss her. I tapped the metal in my jacket pocket gently, smiling. I would soon get there, to the fucking slut's house. I slowly walked along, not rushed, because I knew she wasn't going anywhere. That drug addicted bitch could never do anything for herself, it was always me. I still loved her then, even after three years of her absence. But those words of hers, they made me hate her forever. I know I wont get away with it, but I'll do it. I'll do it for the satisfaction. I remember that I was always stepping in, helping when I was needed. She called me friend, but I felt more.
I went for years keeping to myself. My one true friend, though, always supported me. He finally helped me work up the courage to tell her. After all of the secrecy, all the hidden emotion, she laughed. That horrendous noise, echoing in my head in an endless spiral, would never leave me. It was a scar I would have to live with. But I can comfort myself, seeing it happen, knowing that I did it. I have reached the front door. I give a casual knock. She answers the door.
When she saw me, she gasped. "When you laughed...it hurt," I say, drawing the six-shot revolver, emptying the entire load of bullets into her brain. She opened her mouth, but never had time to scream before she fell to the floor, skin paling slowly, her blood pooling quickly around her head. I smile contently. It was done. She would never again dissapoint someone as she did me. No, because now, She was dead, gone forever. No one would ever see her alive again. I hear sirens already. It's over, I know, but I know that I can surrender peacefully now that my mission is over.
six months later, I am in a court room...
"Guilty" The judge sentenced. "punishment of death," He said. I knew it was coming. Joey was behind me, his head in his hands, crying freely, No doubt crying for her. He loved her too... I doubt, though, that she would love him. In a way, though, I helped him, saved him from eternal resentment and sadness, just as I did for myself. I, Yugi Moto, murdered her. Joey will find someone else. Someone faithful to him... he deserves better than Mai Valentine. I laugh quietly as I am carried out of the court room. I will be executed in two weeks...
END
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Review, no flames.
Disclaimer: this does not belong to me.
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I will get her. I will make her pay for what she did to me. I loved her, dearly, yet she shoved my hopes and dreams into the mud... No, she won't get away with it, I'll make sure of it.
As I walk down the sidewalk toward my destination, I remember...
"I love you," I said. She laughed. I was mortified. She laughed. I'll never forget her words to me... "You are pathetic. You actually thought I would love you? You must be joking. Run along, and don't come back," She promptly showed me the door. I knew then I would make her pay.
I wouldn't miss her. I tapped the metal in my jacket pocket gently, smiling. I would soon get there, to the fucking slut's house. I slowly walked along, not rushed, because I knew she wasn't going anywhere. That drug addicted bitch could never do anything for herself, it was always me. I still loved her then, even after three years of her absence. But those words of hers, they made me hate her forever. I know I wont get away with it, but I'll do it. I'll do it for the satisfaction. I remember that I was always stepping in, helping when I was needed. She called me friend, but I felt more.
I went for years keeping to myself. My one true friend, though, always supported me. He finally helped me work up the courage to tell her. After all of the secrecy, all the hidden emotion, she laughed. That horrendous noise, echoing in my head in an endless spiral, would never leave me. It was a scar I would have to live with. But I can comfort myself, seeing it happen, knowing that I did it. I have reached the front door. I give a casual knock. She answers the door.
When she saw me, she gasped. "When you laughed...it hurt," I say, drawing the six-shot revolver, emptying the entire load of bullets into her brain. She opened her mouth, but never had time to scream before she fell to the floor, skin paling slowly, her blood pooling quickly around her head. I smile contently. It was done. She would never again dissapoint someone as she did me. No, because now, She was dead, gone forever. No one would ever see her alive again. I hear sirens already. It's over, I know, but I know that I can surrender peacefully now that my mission is over.
six months later, I am in a court room...
"Guilty" The judge sentenced. "punishment of death," He said. I knew it was coming. Joey was behind me, his head in his hands, crying freely, No doubt crying for her. He loved her too... I doubt, though, that she would love him. In a way, though, I helped him, saved him from eternal resentment and sadness, just as I did for myself. I, Yugi Moto, murdered her. Joey will find someone else. Someone faithful to him... he deserves better than Mai Valentine. I laugh quietly as I am carried out of the court room. I will be executed in two weeks...
END
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