Foolish love

His lips brushed against mine and sent and electrifying shiver down my spine. I groped for his hair and pulled him closer, our bodies were entwined as we kissed and kissed. The kiss became deeper and deeper, and I enjoyed every moment of his soft skin and soft lips. I no longer felt like a weak little ball in the corner of a room. I felt strong and mighty, as if I could knock down a thousand cities and not care less. That was saying a lot, considering I’m the shy girl, the shy girl with black hair and pale skin.

Nothing could part my dark knight and me. I opened my eyes and gasped as I saw his beautiful angelic face pulled down in the same pleasurable expression as mine. His blue eyes stared into mine, his dark black hair brushed to the side in a floppy mop. I embraced the way he sent me back on the bed, his fingers twisted through mine, hands brushing my hair. I pulled away, gasping for air as I fumbled for the buttons on his t-shirt. No one, not even my mum, could stop me now. Love can be dangerous, but when it’s with the right person, it’s perfect.

But then I foolishly began to kiss him again. I knew something was wrong the minute I set my lips on his again. His fingers brushed against my skin, trailing a long line up to my neck. I wanted to pull away and I wanted him to stop. No matter how hard I resisted, his other hand brushed up to my neck. He was stronger than me, he could pin me down. I had thought I was in love, the day I met him under the willow tree in the park. The first minute our eyes met, it was instant love. Now it had all been a lie. He was going to kill me, it would come quick, and it would be done before I knew it.

His lips crushed against mine, harder and harder. Even as I stopped kissing him back, he carried on. My heart was thudding dangerously against my chest, a lump formed in my throat, and my stomach clenched into a tight knot.

My dark knight’s fingers closed around my throat, tightening and tightening. The air escaped my throat, I couldn’t breathe! I felt the way my lungs ached and ached as I tried to breathe. I saw the dark spots cloud over my vision. I was terrified. There was nothing I could do to stop him.

I would die, and this definitely wasn’t quick. He could have ended it quick, he could have broken my neck so I didn’t have to struggle for the air. But he must have wanted me to die a slow death. Cruel. But the world was never nice. It always had to be cruel.

As my heart came to its last few beats, I thought, See you in hell.

Please tell me what you think, it's just a little something i did out of boredom, and i probably won't right anymore. but do tell me, then i might consider writing more.