This isn't gory or amazingly horrific. Just a murder story. Its amazingly short, and I wrote it at one in the morning. So, please review. I'd love to hear your feedback, so long as it isn't "OMFG UR STORI SUX LOL!!" If you wanna give me ideas, comments, or corrections, I'll gladly accept.

I’ll love you.

Love didn’t exist to him, to that lying bastard. He didn’t love me, but he said he cared. He was my life, my soul, and he lied to me. Love is a cruel thing. Just when you think you can live without anyone, just when you think you’ve managed to cut yourself off from the world, reality comes and kills you. No, I mean, forces you to fall in love. Either one is slow suicide.

I love you.

I loved him more than anyone knew. He was my shining star, my reason to live. And I knew he would never break my heart. We were happy and in love; nothing could bring us down. He slowly coaxed me out of my shell of solitude. I began to smile more, and everyone noticed the change in me. I went from being the dark, rebellious, unwanted teenager to a social butterfly, all because of him. But nothing lasts forever.

I loved you.

He never loved me. He only wanted me for sex. And he was cheating on me. With three other girls. Not one of us mattered to him. When I found out, I was heartbroken. I couldn’t think; I couldn’t even breathe. I was suicidal over him. I couldn’t stand it. Slowly, my pain formed into intense anger. He didn’t deserve my tears; I shouldn’t have to feel so horrible! And then each of the girls found out. They, too, had been fooled by him. And they were pissed.

I’ll hate you.

Their names were Helen, Kristy, and Bethany. Each a different girl. Helen was smart and bookish, almost a nerd by today’s standards. She had been lonely, and depressed when he met her. Her parents had just split up, and her brother had left the entire family a year before. Kristy was a cheerleader. She had been a gymnast and feel in love with his charm and kindness. Bethany was a soccer star, and easily angry. She was a foster kid, and he used it against her. And me? I had cut myself off from the world. I was afraid to let people see the real me, and I knew no one would like me. I had been dumped with my aunt and uncle the year before, so he acted considerate and sweet. But he broke four hearts. And no one gets away with that.

I hate you.

Helen, Kristy, Bethany, and I became good friends. We had one thing in common; our hatred and anger towards him. He was already dating three different girls. None of them knew. And he would hurt them just as he hurt us. As we had found out, he had raped Helen. She was weak and couldn’t defend herself against anything. We could have had him imprisoned for it. But, who wants to let the law take care of things? Instead, a plan formulated.

I hated you.

Bethany planted the seeds. She pointed out that if he was dead, our problems would be solved. None of us had considered it an option at first. But, ideas change. And so do people. No one would ever suspect us. The soft-spoken Helen would never commit murder, she was too busy reading. Why would peppy Kristy dare harm someone? Her life was perfect, and she wouldn’t kill anyone. The soccer star couldn’t commit murder; it might ruin her chances for a professional career. And, of course, certainly I, the wannabe rebel, wouldn’t actually do something bad. I was just trying to fit in, right? This was how the world saw us; we didn’t try to fix it.

I’ll kill you.

Slowly, we decided it was the only way. And we began to plan. Helen researched deadly poisons; something we could get our hands on and poison him with. Kristy kept close watch on him and his girlfriends, making sure that we knew his exact schedule and what he had been up to. Bethany was supposed to get everything we needed. My job was set up the dates, times, and make sure we all knew each other’s information. And, thus, our plan was so much closer to being completed.

I kill you.

Soon, we found a suitable poison. One day, after school, Bethany stole his bottled water and brought it back to us. We each put in three tablespoons. It was clear, tasteless. He would never notice. Then, we each wrote a note on the same sheet of paper. After basketball practice was over, it was my job to give it to him. It told him how much we hated him. It told him how he had broken out hearts. And it told him we’d get revenge. He didn’t know how close he was to death.

I killed you.

The next day, he didn’t show up at school. In fact, we found out he had died of poisoning. No one ever knew. No one ever suspected. And we were safe. We became close friends, secrets bonding us together. His girlfriends were grieving, but it was better than letting him beak their hearts. But someone found the note and connected it back to us. All of our hard work, wasted. So we had to stop this person from telling.