A Short Story
It's hard not to walk right up to her, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her away. So far away that she'll never come back, so far away that she'll never see him again. If she knew what was going to happen, what this would be like in only a matter of months, she would walk away right now without hesitation. I know i would. But i didn't, i didn't know and neither does she. She doesn't know how it works, how it will ruin her. How it will sneak up on her when she least expects it, taking her hostage, for it's own. Once it has you there’s no way out.
But all i can do is sit here on this old, wooden bench in the middle of the park and watch as it takes over. I can practically see it creeping around her. Poking and scratching her, looking for a way in.
He gently runs his fingers down her arm, making her weaker. I can see it running through her veins. It will kill her from the inside out until finally all that’s left is her heart. Her heart is the only thing that keeps her from leaving, from leaving him, everything they've made, done, from leaving them.
The rest of her body will try to pry her away, she will tear herself to shreds before her heart gives up. Her body will know, her brain will warn her. But of course she'll listen to her heart, just like everyone says. Well here's some advice. Don't. Because that’s what the infection does. It slowly kills you till you have nothing left but the feelings in your heart. But there not real, those feelings. Those butterflies in your stomach is when it first starts, the first symptom. Everyone says's it's from the happiness and excitement, no, it's from the pain of the infection ripping away at your body. It works its way up to your head. Your brain knows and tries to stop you from letting this happen, but the infection has a hold on your heart. It's a slow, painful process that most people can't escape.
She looks so innocent with her small figure. Her blonde hair falls down her back in ringlets and her bangs fall gently on her face almost hiding one of her big green eyes. Her face was pale and it made a bright red blush across her face even more noticeable. Her short, black dress clung tightly to her torso showing off her curves but then poofed out just a little once it hit her waist.
She looked so fragile, like if you merely embraced her she would shatter. That made it easier for the infection. She was weak and new to love. She would let it in openly, without a fight. She has no wall built to protect her from the dangers of love. She probably doesn't even know the real meaning of love. She wants to know what its like to love...to be loved. But she wont know if she's with him.
He doesn't love anyone. ever has never will. His words have no meaning, he's said them so many times there nothing to them. They slip out of his mouth as if it was as normal as breathing. But you still believe it.
I was that girl standing there, letting him infect me with his virus. I wanted to know what it was like to be loved. I wanted to know what love was, i wanted someone to hold me, call me beautiful, to whisper sweet words into my ear as i fell asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat. I listened to everything. Every word he said, every lie he told me and every promise he eventually broke. The promises were my favorite. Sweet things that sounded so nice it was like honey.
One promise he told me over and over, when i cried, had a bad day, or even just wanted to hear it. He knew exactly when to say it. I'll never leave you my love. Words that meant so much at the time, that i believed and told myself over and over when i needed to reassure myself that he loved me. Because my body, my mind told me he didn't... but he told me he did, and that was all i needed. But it was all a lie. I didn't want to believe it, i knew it but pushed the thought away imagining that everything was all right and it was just me going crazy. Finally i learned the truth. He didn't love me. He never did.
She looks at me, quickly trying not to make it obvious, but i see it. i look right into her eyes and it those mere three seconds i see everything. I know exactly what's going to happen to her and i can't help to have a pain in my chest. I pain for her and for what she's about to go through.
I think for a minute before realizing it. It's not to late. She's not infected yet, she can be saved. I think of getting up and yelling at her, telling her about the mistake she's about to make. How everything he's going to say to her is recycled words used over and over again on different people. How he's going to break her and leave her with nothing. He was going to give her everything she ever wanted and then take it back without a second thought, using it on another girl yet again. But before i know it it's not her eyes I'm staring into any more. It's his.
His brown eyes pierce mine. He smiles, my heart flutters and my knees go weak. I can't stop myself from feeling this way, i can't peel my eyes away from his. He winks at me and turns back to the girl.
He leans down a little, grabbing a small piece of her hair and whispering something in her ear. She giggled as he pulled his face away from her ear. He leaned closer to her, he laughter finally stopping. She was frozen until his lips softy brushed against hers. The kiss went deeper. He snuck his venom into her, letting it slid down her throat, infecting her with a bitter infection.
Tears stung my eyes as I let out a breath i didn't know i was holding. I stood up from the bench and turned blinking my eyes hard to make the tears vanish. He wasn't worth them. I slowly walked away without hesitation. I didn't let any tears fall and knew i wasn't going to let any fall because of him again
It was to late for her now. There was no going back for her. She one of us now. Soon she will walk the streets with her friends, a smile plastered on her face. She will hide her pain and go on with her day until night comes and brings along all the memories of him. She will let her tears fall. She wont be able to stop them.
She will lay there in her room, crying silently so she wakes no one. It will get so bad she will have to stuff her face into her pillow telling it about the promises and the kisses. The gifts and the long nights spent on the phone using up every possible second of time they had. But most of all she'll tell it about love. The way he said it, how it made her feel. How she loved him and thought he felt the same way. She will scream tings into her pillow as if she was talking to a friend. And for a while it will be her friend. The one that she can give all the pain to. It will soak up her tears and let her embrace it.
This will go on for days. Maybe even weeks. But soon enough she will stop crying, realize he's not worth it and never was. She will tell herself she's over him and his little games. When she hears his name she wont cringe and when she remembers a memory she wont shed a single tear. It will be as if he is out of her life. But he is still there.
The infection still lingers there in the corners of your heart. Stopping you from loving again, holding back from everything, afraid to get hurt again. It will ruin you. She will be just like every other girl who went through this. Just like every other person who was filled with Sweet Infections.
