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a story from my english class. it's not nearly finished.
"Why are you listening to him??" he rages, waving the papers around that contain her hurt&pain. "None of this is true and you know that!" "He's my best friend" she cowars, picking up her pace to nowhere. Thoughts are racing through her mind, a plce distorted by all his lies. She wants, needs to get away from this boy whose mouth is curled into a snarl, the same mouth she used to love to kiss. But that was before another even existed in their lives. "Why are you doing this to yourself??" he continues to scream, glancing down at the angry blood red lines crisscrossing on her arm where, so recently, she had taken a razor to her skin to rid herself of everything she could not bear to face. She turns sharply&stares into his eyes, in which she once melted in. She suddenly feels broken&brusied, tired&confused. Her body goes limp&she sinks to the sidewalk. He's beside her in a moment, his head bowed between his knees. They say nothing, for there is nothing left to say. Months of rumors, betrayal&lies have slowly chipped away at her heart&poisoned her love for him. A forced conversation starts slowly, & is suddenly turned into bitter words. She spits out her anger at him, tearing down who their fights are always about. He goes to speak, but he chokes on his words. Tears are spilling down his cheeks, something that before, would have made her heart break&bleed onto her face. But all she can think is that she wish she were dead. She'll knows she'll forever remember this day, the day everything she had ever felt for him withered away.