This Love, This Game

There’s a lesson to learn about life: people always disappoint. Heartbreak is inevitable. And I knew. I knew that first day, that first moment my eyes met his piercing green eyes, that he would disappoint me. Hurt me. But never like this. What started out as a simple crush, an innocent desire slowly became one of the greatest regrets of my life. What started out as innocent slowly turned corrupt. I knew, deep down inside, that he would end me; destroy me. I knew I should’ve backed off, I should’ve walked away but life is funny sometimes.

It was no surprise it would end this way: a bullet in my head; pills in my hand. It’s no surprise, ask anyone. He was my life. My love. My end. I was a simple game. A prize. Hell, I was nothing more than another name on his list. Everything was a lie. So, it’s really no surprise it ended this way. Buried six feet underground with a bullet in my mouth. It’s no surprise I fell for someone like him.

The first time I saw him, the first time our eyes met, I just knew. That doomed summer’s day standing in that humid corridor, I knew that instance I was in for a wild ride. So why didn’t I run away? Why didn’t I leave? God, why had I been so stupid? So, love-struck... so fucked up? It’s no surprise I fell for him really. Ask anyone, they’ll tell you – I have a type.

I should’ve listened to my gut. I should’ve stayed at home. Should’ve climbed back into bed, ignored my alarm. I should’ve lied and faked an illness. But I didn’t. Little miss perfect. Perfect Amy. How I hated that nickname. Perfect Amy. Perfect Amelia. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. More like perfect stupid idiot. It was my fault really, not his. How could it be his? He was just a boy. A silly, perfect, beautiful boy. It was all my fault. Me. Perfect Amy. More like naïve Amy; silly, little girl.

I should’ve walked away. But I didn’t and now I had to pay the prize for my mistakes. With a bullet and a bottle of pills. What started out as a school-girl crush became something more and now it was time to pay the prize.

There’s a lesson about life, green eyes and love don’t mix well.

Notes

So here it is - another idea, another story.

This story might be updated more regularly than the other I am currently writing. I seem to have hit a dead end with the other, not sure where I want to go with it anymore. Anyway, here is this little gem - uhem... garbage - in the mean time. As always, please don't be shy and leave your thoughts. I enjoy feedback.

C.H. Sullivan

Title cred: Hollywood Undead - Bullet

Edited prologue...