Just a Game.
She sat on her bed. Her clothing scattered and thrown all over the floor, her sheets where intertwined with one another bathed in perspiration from the events that had taken place there the night before. This was the sight that beheld her every time after he left Tears swelled up in her light baby blue eyes. It had just been a game for him, just away to pleasure himself. He would always leave, no matter what she tried to do. He would be back she knew, but only to repeat the events that they had done last night. She felt dirty, used, and worthless. She felt herself hit the floor and didn't care, her heart was bleeding, screaming for someone to save it, but no one heard it.She wanted him, so much yet he would never love her the way she wanted him to. She wanted to hear a few words telling her that she was loved, but they never came. She knew what she was doing was not right, but yet she let herself believe that she could be loved by him. Tears trickled down her pale cream skin.
He loved her she told herself, but she knew it was a lie. I want him so but why I can't have him? She asked herself.
Their relationship had been impeccable at the beginning, where had it all gone wrong. She looked at a photograph of him with her kissing near a pond on her dresser. She hit the hard wood floor out of anger; she was letting herself, be used just like a piece of trash. She touched her neck, it held yet another of his love bites. She slowly made her way to the bathroom. She was naked and when her fee hit the cold tile floor she felt a shiver she had not felt this shiver run through her body when her body hit the wood floor. A note sat on the table, she quickly ran to it. As she read, her heart was torn into pieces.
Hey Sandy,
Last night was great, sorry but I had to go. I won't be coming back; I wanted to tell you last nigh….. I just couldn't I'm sorry.
Jack
He just couldn't……… Her breaths became fewer and fewer by the minuet. she felt herself weakening and sat in an empty chair near the table. He had finally left, for good; she had lost him, her love, her world. She began to feel nauseous. The room began spin. She just sat there for what seemed to be forever, with the note crumpled up in her hand. "I can't live with out him" she told herself as she stood up clumsily. She headed to her balcony. She looked down at the street and smiled. This was her way to terminate the pain, her easy way out of it all. She claimed up to the railing and balanced herself. She heard people begin to scream below her. She looked down one more time and let herself fall. What more do I have to live for she thought. As she fell her sandy hair danced around her. Unknown to her that the man she love was returning to retrieve his belongings from her apartment on the 10 floor. He watched her fall. Her Sand colored hair flow around her, her slim body hit the cement street. Her blue baby eyes leek the last remaining tears for him. A small puddle of blood increasing in size rapidly coming from her head. He could hear police approaching, quickly he closed his eyes. When he opened them he was being pushed by the paramedics and police to cover her up. He looked at her exposed body one more time that was covered in blood now and began to walk away.
After all it had just been a game
