Channeling Emotions

Walking through the hall of faces, bonded by blood, or hate. I added this picture a while ago as a constant reminder of my goal. I look at my blades attached to my hands and arms. I snickered, "If you can't be with the one you love, then kill the memory or them.."

I was wearing a robe at the time and I decided it was time to lean in for the kill. I suited up, wearing a red zip-up top that showed my midsection and pants that had a black stripe down the sides. My shoes were steel-toed and I strapped them to my feet. I pulled my hair back and I muttered, "This is the new me, if you can't stand it, die. Least he'll have something good to look at before he dies." I also had my lucky arm band on, the ones that stretched to a little bit before my elbow. I also snapped my rings on my upper shoulder as another reminder this is what I had to do.

I blinked my cold blue eyes and grabbed my harpes. They glowed a bright red as a sign that they too were ready for killing. I started to carry out my mission, the mission that would rid me of this pain. I looked in the window and saw him, sitting in the chair reading a magazine. I thought, "I shall pay this pain back tenfold..."

He got up and went to the kitchen. I slowly crept in a waited for him to come back. I pictured what it would be like. I would jump out at him, see the fear in his eyes, and slash his throat and finally be done with pain. I smiled at the thought that it would all be over.

He went to sit down but the phone rang. I had to contain myself just a little more before his ultimely demise. He answered it, and being the nosey person I am, I decided to listen. "She's been hurt you say?! Where is she?! The local hospital!? I'll be right there!"

He grabbed his coat and left. I dropped my harpes and wondered if he had found someone else. I looked on the caller ID and found that the call was placed from one of my friend's house. But, they couldn't be talking about me, could they? I'm right here.

I walked out of the house and followed him to the hospital. I followed him until he reached his destination. I walked in but no one noticed I was there. I said to myself, "Let's see how great this girl that he left me for." The sheet was pulled over the girl and I was mad that I didn't get to see her. He was crying and pulled back the sheet and held her.

"He'd never do this for me." I muttered. I catch a glimpse of the girl and realized, I was jealous of myself.