Why? Blood stains my trembling hands. She bleeds out. Blood pooling out of her head onto the floor. The life is leaving her eyes. She stares at me in her final moments. I couldn’t stop myself. She needed to be mine. No one could take her from me. Time shifts back.One month ago I remember I am arguing with her. We rarely saw each other, so I confronted her about it. She became defensive. I knew I had to make it so she couldn’t escape from me. Should I lock her in a cage? Keep her as my prisoner and bind her to me? No. Then she wouldn’t love me. But then. She would be mine.

“I’m sorry, I was just lonely. I love you more than words can describe,” I whisper. She forgives me with a smile. Ah that smile. How I wish it only belonged to me. That she would show it to know one else. I take her to the movies to make up. There was a movie she really wanted to see, and I knew it would make her happy. We sit in the dark theater together side by side.I watch her as she watches the film. Her eyes like stars retain everything; they’re beautiful and shine like moonlight. She looks so happy. I go to the bathroom while she is absorbed into the movie. I took her phone as well. I text her friends telling them that she would like to spend more time with me, so they should give her some space. I delete the message. The next day I keep her close by. Telling her everything she wants to hear and not letting anyone come near. Not her even her friends. Her friends look at me angrily. They don’t understand. She smiles at me and seems completely oblivious to them. They get even more angry. The next day they avoid her. She becomes confused. She comes to me crying.

“I know” I soothe her.

“It’s okay. They’re your friends just give them some time. Just stay by me till this blows over.” I convince her. Though I know it won’t. I continue to send text from her phone keeping her friends away. Two weeks pass while she continues to stay by me. Things get worse. All her friends begin to completely ignore her. They treat her like she doesn’t exist. No one will talk to her. They all think she ditched her friends for her boyfriend. All she has to rely on is me.

“You’re the only one who stands by me,” she cries on my shoulder. I hug her while running my fingers through her hair.

“It’s okay. I’ll always be on your side.” I smile. A week later the bullying starts. Her friends begin to spread rumors about her. She becomes the talk of everyone and all eyes begin to follow her around in mockery. They look down on her. She begins to break. She can’t handle the pressure. She’s too sweet and kind. She drops school and stays with me. She can’t go home. Her family won’t accept a drop out. I’m the only one she has. Everything is perfect. But then she suddenly changes. Her smile disappears and she looks at me with fear in her eyes.

“You kept them away,” she weeps.

“What do you mean?”

“You. You sent texts to my friends. You made them stay away.”

“They were never your friends to begin with. Look at how they turned against you. So easy it is to put the blame on others. They didn’t even try to talk to you did they?”

“What?” She asks startled. She looks down while tears stream down her cheeks.

“If they were really your friends would they have started those rumors? Especially without even hearing your side of the story.” She looks up. Her face hollow. Tears continue to drip down her face.

“I don’t understand,” she falls to the ground trying to wipe the tears, yet they keep falling. I walk over to her. I gently stroke her hair.

“It’s okay,” I soothe as I wrap my arms around her.

“No!” she shouts as she shoves me away. She quickly stands up.

“My friends aren’t the bad ones. You wanted me to be alone.” She backs into a corner.

“I was just showing you who they really are. Would friends really ignore you like that?”

I encircle her between my arms trapping her.

“No! I. They...They are my friends.”

“Really? Then why aren’t they here now?” She slides down to the floor.

“I don’t know,” she retorts. She can’t suppress the sobs. I listen as I bend down and wipe her tears.

“It’s okay,” I whisper.

“I can’t... I can’t be with you anymore,” she replies.
“If you cannot be mine. Then you can be no ones’.” Something inside me snaps. I smash her head into the ground. As the life leaves her eyes I smile. Now she is mine. Mine for eternity. I pick her up and hold her in my lap. I cradle her as I stroke her hair. Now she can never leave me. Now we can be together forever.
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