DISCLAIMER! All people are mine, and my friend Lillys. Except for Manic. He is copyright of Sega! X3 DONT SUE ME! HE'S ONLY IN FOR ONE CHAPTER!
She sat on her bed thinking about the past few months. Why had he treated her this way? Didn't she mean anything to him? The tears started to fall, for the tenth time that day. She wiped her face with the sleeve of his favourite sweater. He had given it to her months ago, and must have forgotten to ask for it back. To her, it still smelt like him. And that made the tears fall faster. She looked at the note on the screen. The one that she was going to send to him. She sighed as she reread it, and erased the last few lines, and added more to it. As the tears fell onto the keyboard, she pressed enter, and 'message sent' flashed across the screen. Her heart ached, with sadness and love. He had broken her heart, and he did not care. She had been thinking that he would care if he knew how much she cared about him and loved him. Now, she knew that he probably wouldn't even read the message. She regretted sending it now, and she knew that nothing would change. As she closed her laptop, she looked out her window. She saw her neighbours, cuddling. She sighed, and walked into the kitchen. She was thankful that no one was home. Opening the drawer beside the oven, she looked for the smallest and sharpest knife she had. She found it, and walked back into her room, turning the light off. Sitting on her bed, she turned on her stereo, just to listen to the song he dedicated to her for the very last time. She started to cry again, for the tears had stopped. She slid down off her bed, onto the floor, leaving the knife on the bed. Reaching under her bed, she pulled out a box. Inside were all the things that he had ever given her. She pulled out the best thing he had given her, a plastic rose with a note attached. The note said: 'I will stop loving you when this rose dies.' Since the rose was plastic, it would never die, and that had meant that he would love her forever. But he didn't, he broke his promise. She reached into the box and pulled out a lighter and a little glass dish. She laid the rose in the dish and lit it on fire. As the rose melted, she grabbed the knife off the bed. Laying it on the floor beside the box, she pulled out a picture of the both of them. Her tears fell onto the picture and blurred out their faces. She sighed and laid the picture in the dish with the rose, letting it burn. She grabbed the knife. Placing it on her wrist lightly, she dragged it across, leaving a little white line right on her vain. She smiled and did it again. Only this time with a little more pressure, leaving a cut in the same place, but it was still not hard enough to make it bleed. She sighed and placed the tip of the knife at the beginning of the cut. She applied as much pressure as she could making a little cut in her arm. She smiled and dragged the knife down, keeping the same amount of pressure on the blade the entire time. Her life ebbed from her arm slowly, as she fell to the floor, and the knife slipped from her fingers. The white carpet on her floor was becoming stained red from the blood. She looked at what was left of the rose and picture burning in the glass dish, and whispered the words 'I love you' and slowly closed her eyes, as the last of her life flowed from her body.