Creative Story: Five Years Since He Doing Here?

What the hell is he doing here?! Five years. Five years since we last spoke. Five years since he last said my name. Five years since he broke off a relationship that was undeniably love. At least, that is what I told myself before he shattered my heart and left me to decompose on the ground beneath him. Five years, and I spent every second of it trying to piece myself together, trying to revitalize the poisoned ruins he so kindly rampaged through. I only recovered from these injuries a year ago, when I truly found a new happiness in my life. Five years of healing my wounds, only to be torn open once again by the last person I want to see. I don’t get it. I evaded him for four years straight, not bumping into him once. And that was all while …show more content…
Oh lord, please don’t let this happen. I promise to be nicer to my sister. I promise to call my mom twice a day and tell her I love her, and not hang up the phone when she asks if I brushed my teeth. Heck, I’ll even restrain myself from roasting my English professor on his atrocious fashion sense. Please, anything to get me away from him. I promise I’ll be a good little girl from now on. I can hear Fate laughing away as it crunches away on its popcorn. I’ve always wanted to star in a movie, but I always dreamed of it being one where I had a script and could lie my way through the day knowing that I would be able to leave my cantankerous co-star after ten hours, not one where Fate toyed with my life and I actually have to live through the misery of it without cuts. It dawns on me now that my co-star in this heinous movie isn’t cantankerous…no, he isn’t inflicted with any sort of pain at all… What is this? Is this his way of rubbing it in my face on how much he hates me? Is he trying to hurt me even more by reminding me how insignificant I am to his life? Has he forgotten me, the girl he swore to hate for eternity? Does that mean he doesn’t care anymore…? Well then. Two can play that …show more content…
Choke. Stab self in the heart. Insert every possible way of dying here. More time to get to know him? Please, I know more than anyone needs to. I know how he deceives you with his innocent, wide-eyed gaze and his goofy, megawatt grin. How he lures you in to his world of happiness and tranquility, only to rip it from under your feet the minute you make one false move. He knows how to play the game; how to grasp your heart through your chest without even being near you and contort it to the point where it becomes unrecognizable, then incinerate it with his acidic abuse. No, he can wear the mask better than any Academy Award winner. I know how ruthless he is at the game, and yet I am still stirred by the pain he inflicts on me, whether intentionally or