“I wanna die, just kill me now,” The girl said with a soft voice, almost a whisper. “You can do better so just kill me.”
She was on the floor, laying almost lifeless. The room was white and full of things she’s seen before but they were not her’s. Her head turned and she faced the boy that was sitting next to her; her eyes were blank.
“No, how can you just say that,” The boy said with a worried expression on his face. “I love you.” The room and the things in it belonged to the boy. They were at his house; in his room and the door was closed.
“NO, JUST KILL ME, JUST KILL ME!” The girl began to hit herself, harder and harder on her small round face.The boy cut in and held her arms down so she would stop. Her body structure was thin but she still moved violently back and forth, the boy could hardly contain her even though he was strong.
“STOP IT, PLEASE!” He said, holding her arms more tightly but always conscious not to hurt her. His voice was commanding but you could hear the sadness and fear behind it.
“I love you so much doesn’t that mean anything?” The boy continued.
The girl stopped suddenly as if calmed by the boys words. He loosened his grip. They both faced each other now; the boy’s eyes seemed sad and worried while the girl’s eyes seemed calm and to some point happy.
“I love you,” He said, his voice was soft and meaningful. “I love you.” He repeated.
“I love you too,” She said, her voice sounded normal but something seemed wrong. She had a ribbon, a dark red one. This ribbon was tied around her wrist. This ribbon was used to show how connected the boy and the girl’s love was. At times they would tie this ribbon around their marriage finger to show people how they loved each other. Her hand began towards the ribbon and she started to undo it. Their eye’s were still connected but the boy’s head slowly turned to see what her right hand was doing. She continued to untie it, with a little more determination the ribbon was undone. The boy began to slowly shake his head, tears forming in his eye’s.
“No, please stop,” The boy said, his voice was small and shaky like a small child after he knew he did something wrong.
“I love you, I love you.” He repeated.
The girl grasping the ribbon in two hands moved quickly towards her throat. Again the boy cut in pulling the ribbon that represented their love and threw it behind him. The girl again began to move back and forth but the boy held her arms down so she couldn’t do any harm to herself.
As she continued to thrash violently she kept repeating, “You can do better. You can do better. You can do better.” She continued saying, “It’s better if I just die, just kill me now.”
“I can’t,” The boy said, you could hear the sadness in his voice. Tears continued to form around his light brown eyes.
“I love you so much, more than anything in the whole world, don’t you believe me?”
“But why,” She said, now tears forming in her darker brown eyes. “You can do better, you deserve better.”
Her arms had weakened so the boy loosened his grip once again. She still lay on the floor but the boy was now on top of her.
“No, your enough,” The boy said, starting to cry. “I want you, I only want you.”
He moved closer towards her and began to hug her. He squeezed her tight in his arms. He was now crying. Crying because of sadness. Crying because the one he loved was so close but yet so far. The girl began to move violently again but the boy just squeezed tighter never letting go because he loves her more than he loves himself.
“Stop it,” He began saying with a soft voice. “Please. Please. Please stop.” His head shaking back and forth, tears falling down his cheek.
“You can find someone else,” The girl began to say. You could tell by the tone in her voice that she meant what she said. She continued to say, “Your gonna find someone else, your gonna leave me one day.”
The boy understood more. He lifted his face and tears were streaming down his cheeks. He moved in to kiss her but she quickly turned away. He tried once more but it was no use.
“Please,” He began to say. “I love you and I promise that I will never leave you, ever.” The boy continued,
“How can you even say that after all we’ve been through?”
“I don’t know,” The girl cut in. “I just feel it, you can do better.” She started to get up and move towards the door.
“I have to go, bye.” She said quickly and without thought. The boy continued to hold on to her arm and he began to pull her back towards himself.
“No, you can’t go,” He said with an intensity in his voice. “I don’t want you to go.” The boy’s voice began to crack and tears began to fall from his eyes and down to the carpeted floor. He pulled her towards himself and began to hug her tightly once more. She struggled to get away from his grip but he was too strong.
“No, please don’t go,” The boy cried out. He was crying more now as he held her in his arms.
“No, please no. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don’t go please.” Now sobbing the boy kept repeating. “I’m never going to leave, I swear. I swear. I swear. I love you so much.”
Crying as well the girl said, “Swear on my life, that you will never leave me.”
“I swear on your life that I will never leave you.” The boy said with tears streaming down his face. As he said this the girl began to hug the boy as tight as she possibly could. They both lay on the floor holding each other tight. They began to kiss passionately as if nothing in the whole world existed but them.
“I’m sorry,” The boy said, wiping the tears from her face.”I’m sorry.” He repeated
“No, it’s not your fault,” The girl said staring into the boys eyes. “It’s my fault.” She continued.
The boy got up off from the floor and extending his hand to the girl. She accepted and they made there way towards the boy’s bed. They sat there staring at each other as if they had been reborn; as if they were new lovers. The boy stared into the girls dark brown eyes, her eyes always reminded him of a baby faun. He pulled her towards himself and began to squeeze her tight. He felt her left arm moving as if pulling on something but he ignored the thought.
“I love you so much,” He said, with meaning and sincerity. “I love you so much.” The boy repeated.
“I love you too.” She said, her voice was soft again. They now lay together on his bed; both facing each other. Holding hands and in love forever. The girl suddenly sat up and stared at the boy for a moment.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” She said, her voice still soft. She continued to stare at him and she gave him a smile. The boy stared at her for a moment and then he nodded. The girl got up, opened the door and made her way to the bathroom. The boy now sat there alone with his thoughts. He thought of her and of how much he loved her. He thought of her cute face and her smile. Her smile always made him smile. Her laugh always made him laugh. He thought of the way they kiss with a passion that cannot be described unless felt first hand. The boy loved the girl with a love that a child longs for. A love that is in itself pure and unconditional. As he thought of all this he suddenly got an ominous feeling in the deep depths of his heart. This feeling came upon him so suddenly that he got startled. This feeling made itself present by shouting at him,
“I’m here!!!! Do something!!!!” it shouted. The boy look around back and forth from wall to wall but he found nothing. He looked down at the floor and saw the girls shoes. The shoes. The shoes. The shoes. The shoe lace. One of the girl’s shoe laces was missing. He knew what was wrong and he immediately rushed towards the bathroom. He knocked over and over, harder and harder. He heard the girls voice. It wasn’t too late.
“I’m almost done,” The girl said. Knock, knock, knock, knock. The boy continued to knock until finally the girl opened the door.
“What wrong,” She said staring at him as if in shock. The boy stared at her and moved his hand towards her right pants pocket. He felt the girl hold her breath as he took out the purple shoe lace. The shoe lace that was once used harmlessly to tie her shoe now lay in the boys hand in the shape of a noose. He didn’t say anything. He walked away towards his room leaving the girl alone in the bathroom. Before the boy left he caught a glimpse of the girls face and he saw tears forming and falling down her cheeks. He sat alone again on his bed and he began to cry. The girl walked in his room and shut the door behind her. She made her way towards the bed and she sat down next to him. Both silent, the girl’s hand reached out to grab the purple shoe lace but the boy moved away.
“Let me do it,” The girl said with her soft voice.
The boy said nothing. He reached out and grabbed the shoe that was missing a shoe lace from the carpeted floor and began to tie it back on. The girl’s hand once again made it’s way to his but this time she didn’t reach for the shoe lace. Her hand rested on top of his hand and the boy stopped what he was doing.
“Kill me,” The girl said her voice still soft and calm. “Just kill me.”
The boy dropped the shoe and it hit the floor with a thump. He turned to face the girl; crying he grabbed her in his arms and began to speak, “Don’t die. Don’t die. Please don’t die.” He repeated over and over again. His voice wasn’t talking anymore he was sobbing.
“Don’t die,” He continued to repeat. “Don’t die. Don’t die. Don’t die. Don’t die. Don’t die.”
The girl also began to cry and she grabbed him as tightly as he was hugging her.
“Okay, stop crying please,” She said, herself now crying as well. “No, don’t cry please.”
The boy couldn’t hold back his tears so he continued sobbing and he continued repeating, “Don’t die. Please don’t die. Don’t die.”
The girl also sobbing began to say, “I won’t die, I promise. Just please stop crying.” They held each other tight both sobbing.
“Swear on my life that you won’t die.” The boy spoke, his voice cracking under his breath. He stared into her eyes that were full of tears.
“I swear on your life that I won’t die.” The girl answered.
The boy’s face went close to her’s and they began to kiss. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Until the girl stopped and spoke, “I love you so much.” She stared into his eyes.
“I love you so much too.” He answered.