Untitled

I had been through many.
They were all the same.
They loved me for a little while until they were done with me. Then they would leave.
They used me.
Everything in my life was going wrong. Love was hard to find and hard to do. People were hard to trust and I was lonely and unhappy.
Until he came along.
I met him a while ago. We hit it off right away. As soon as I saw his face I thought that he was the most magnificent person I had ever seen. He was funny and understanding too. I thought to myself “Someone like that would never like me. ”
He did.
He was different than all the rest.
We talked for a couple days until we decided that we would be happier together.
We were right.
One of my friends, I suspected, was very jealous of our relationship. She made up lies about other boys, probably hoping for the best. She should have stayed with her past love.
Me and him are best friends. We can talk about anything, and do everything. Nothing we say or do will make the other mad or sad. Everything we going amazing until,
He came along.
He was weird. Long brown hair. Smoky grey eyes. Pale skin that almost sparkled in the sunlight. He was tall, thin. I knew that he was different.
Much to my surprise I befriended this boy. Surprisingly enough, we had a lot in common.
His name was Patrick.
He was a vampire.
He started to get jealous of Patrick. Patrick became my new best friend. He didn’t understand. He didn’t want to lose me. Nothing was going to happen.
Until it did.
He invited Patrick over his house without me knowing. They talked some. Rather awkward conversations. He finally decided what he was going to do.
Kill him.
He couldn’t lose me. Especially not to some…freak.
He came up with a whole plan about how he would carry out his actions and where afterwards he would hide the body.
While he was deep in thought, Patrick had slipped out of the house. Almost knowing that there was something bad that was going to happen. It was pouring outside but Patrick needed to leave.
Patrick ran.
Patrick ran through the trees and across water. He was running too fast.
100 mph.
He couldn’t slow down.
He had to run.
He started running on the road so it would be more safe.
Or so he thought.
While Patrick was deep in thought, thinking about me. He didn’t even realize that he was running on the wrong side of the road.
A car was coming.
The man behind the wheel and Patrick saw each other at the same time.
But it was too late.
The water on the road made it difficult to stop quickly.
Patrick stopped running.
The man behind the wheel slammed on the brakes.
The next thing that was heard was a ear vibrating, pulsing sound.
The car hit Patrick.
Patrick was dead.
He no longer needed to kill him.
My friendship, was lost.

She was sitting in the red chair in the corner, holding roses, chocolates in her lap, and reading a card filled with hearts and love.
That was yesterday.
Now, she is sitting on her bed, furious, a knife in her hand. He cheated on her for the last time.
He is lying on the floor. 4 stab wounds to the chest.
Later, she would pack her things and leave for the train station. She ha to disappear. Her butler, Esmeralda had been with them for almost 10 years. Esmeralda was taking her to the train station. As she was leaving, the faint smell of wood smoke lingered in the air. She whimpered and closed the door.
The drive to the train station was silent.
No emotion.
No talking.
No nothing.
They arrived at the train station and Esmeralda carried all the bags to the train platform, then left. She was standing there, alone on the train platform. Her fiery red hair blowing in her face every time a train went by. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she waited. Her train finally arrived. She got on, swallowed her tears, and disappeared.
Samantha Patricia Rodriguez does not exist. She never did.