I hate him. I just hate him so much. From the first time we met he caused me so much pain. I had never felt this way about anyone. Sometimes it hurts so much I just want to tear at my hair and skin. And other times I just scream. I scream my heart out for everything, including him.

I hate him for doing this to me. I know 'hate' is a strong word but this is how I feel. I don't think I ever hated anyone before in my life, but I hate him. I know I do.

I can't take it anymore. I'm going to kill him. It's not a figure of speech. I really will kill him. I'm going to take my gun and kill him.


No, I can't. I'll be a murderer. All my dreams will vanish. I can't.


It's the right thing to do. He caused me so much pain. He deserves this.


Now I walk into his house. He is home by himself and he surprised to see me. I point my gun and shoot.



Blood gushes from the wounds in his stomach and he collapses onto the floor. His eyes, glazed over now, look up at me.
I drop my gun.

He's dead. I got what I wanted.

But now that he's gone I realize I didn't hate him.

I loved him....

Alright, I know it's kinda dark and sad. And yeah, it's not like my usual stuff, but I really felt like killing somebody. Anyway, the point of this fic is basically how ugly hate can be and that you really should think things through before you do anything. I really hope it's not a waste of space.