Young Writers Society

I was smitten. At first, it was just glances and friendly smiles, but soon he was hugging me back and replying to my texts! At this point in time, we’ve been dating for 2 months, 4 days, and 3 hours. I am in love, love, LOVE!

I don’t think that I could live without him. I need to see him every day or I won’t be able to breathe. I have no clue how I’ve been able to live my entire life without this man. He stole my heart the first time I’d ever seen him, with his pearly white smile and captivating laugh.

I was in my first period class, daydreaming about graduating at the end of the year so I wouldn’t have to listen to boring lectures, when HE came in. Tousled brown hair that he kept pushing out of his gorgeous blue eyes, and a build like a boxer. I knew, the second that I saw him, that I HAD to have him.

It took a lot of subtle hinting and flirty texts, but soon, he was wrapped around my pinkie finger. Once that happened, I could never think of anything else but him. He consumed my thoughts, my dreams, my future! And he had asked me to meet him at his place this afternoon to TALK ABOUT OUR RELATIONSHIP!! Surely this meant that we were taking our love for each other to the next level, right?!

As soon as I arrived, I knew something was wrong. I could feel it in my gut, and the sombre expression on Jake’s face did nothing to help it. I gave him a big hug, hoping to boost his spirits, but all I got was a stiff pat on the back in return. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he cleared his throat and began to extract himself from my grip. I stared at him blankly, confused about where this was going.

“So, um, Katie…lately, I’ve been uh, feeling that there needs to be a change in this relationship,” he murmured uncertainly, as though he was scared. What a funny idea! I nodded my head despite my confusion, signalling him to continue.

“I think that we need to see other people.”

My heart skipped a beat. What?

He was joking. I struggled to remember the date, wondering whether this was an ‘April Fools’ situation. I shoved down my insecurities and put on a smile. After a second, I started to laugh. Then I laughed louder. Then I cackled.

Jake looked at me with wide eyes, apparently bewildered by my reaction. I attempted to calm myself down enough to talk to him.

“That is the most hilarious joke that I’ve ever heard from you, Jake Matthews! I don’t think I’ve ever heard you crack a joke no matter the situation,” I chuckled, reassuring myself that his confused response to me discovering his joke was just him attempting to trick me still. His wide eyes, pale skin, and huge purple eye bags pushed me to think that something was wrong with him. Maybe he didn’t get enough sleep the night before or something. Poor baby.

“I’m not joking, Katie. I’ve fallen out of love with you. To be honest, I’m not even sure I loved you in the first place,” he spat, gaining some confidence.

Shock stole the air from my lungs, leaving me breathless and terrified. Jake was my world. I couldn’t lose him. He had to be pulling my leg, because just yesterday we had a date at the movies, and he was just as loving as normal.

Suddenly, a thought hit me.

He had found another girl.

One who was prettier, smarter, kinder, and apparently more worthy of love than me.

Red hot anger surged through me, taking control. I clenched my jaw and fists, digging my nails into my palms and drawing blood.

“You met another girl, didn’t you? The second you lose sight of me; you decide to go and date other girls! You don’t love me anymore. You think I’m ugly. You think I’m boring. DON’T YOU JAKE?!” I screeched, the anger possessing me. This wasn’t the man I used to love. I lost him when he saw that other girl. Even this thought couldn’t calm me down—I was on a roll.

“Woah, calm down. I never said anything like that-”

“YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” I howled, all the bottled-up emotions spilling out of me. I whipped out a self-defence pocketknife, my mind on standby. Upon seeing the metallic glint of the weapon, a horrific, abhorrent, unspeakable thought came to me. And for once, I didn’t push it down. For once, I listened to it. For once, I acted on it.

A sinister smile crept onto my face, darkening what I thought were once-pleasant features. But apparently pleasant features weren’t enough for Jake, so something had to change. And that something was a someone. And that someone was not me.

I glanced at him, noticing his horrified gaze, his laboured breathing, his rigid muscles. I felt power flow through my veins, urging me onwards. I tiptoed towards him, placing my hand on his chest tenderly, simultaneously holding the knife to his throat. I traced a heart on him with my free hand, elated by the compelling power urging me onwards.

“I wonder what would happen, if my hand slipped and slit this pretty little throat of yours,” I taunted. On the word slipped, I pressed the knife deep enough to draw a few trickles of blood.

“I wonder what would happen if I told the police that you came onto me and, being a scared young girl, I killed you in self-defence. Whoopsie! Little old me was just scared. Frightened. Intimidated.”

I could feel Jake’s heart racing, and my smile widened. Then my expression turned dark, darker than I could ever imagine my face could become.

“If I can’t have you, no one should.”