She hugged the small, crumpled peice of paper to her chest. A rather large, salty tear slipped from her eye onto the note. The ink smudged with the water. She layed on her flowery bed, memories from before replaying in her mind. All the promises, all the lies. And all the rage she felt towards him.

He had messed with the wrong girl. She pulled out a large, dusty book from underneath her bed. Flipping through the pages, she found the perfect spell. But it required a bit of a sacrifice.

o.o

Somewhere across the city, a few days later, a young man turned off the news, shutting out the annoying reporter who was talking about a recent suicide. He returned to the woman he had in his bed, and she looked up at him with large, seductive eyes.

And just as quickly as the T.V. had shut down, blood began pouring out of every pore imaginable. His mouth opened and closed with unborn screams. The blonde in his bed quivered with fear, her skull not containing enough brain matter to even register the thought of calling 911.

Not that it would have mattered.

o.o

Recently, the newswoman spoke, a young girl, age seventeen was found dead from bloodloss in her home. The parents were shocked to find the body of their daughter, and are heartbroken. They do not wish to share details, but she was found with some sort of spellbook, and it was assumed she was attempting to cast a spell. The use of the spell was not given out to us at this time.

On the brighter side...

o.o

Just days after our small, humble town lost one of our young residents, another was found dead from suspercted bloodloss. What is puzzling about the crime is that there were not cuts on his skin, no way for the blood to have left his system...

o.o

Dear Lizzy,

I've moved on. I don't love you anymore, and Marissa has what I want in a woman. I'm sorry.

-Benjamin

o.o

You're not sorry, Bastard.

A/N: I have no idea...

do not even ask.