Author's Note: So this is a writing contest entry for a forum called Labyrinth. Prompt: Prompt (Taken from Ari Rui in writing prompts thread):The theme is Masochism. Write a story in which the main character continuously pursues a desire that causes them mental or physical anguish. It had to be fewer than two thousand words.
I want her back in my arms. I can't stand to look at her with him, laughing at some lame joke he told. I can't stand the way she looks at him and the way he looks at her. She never looked at me like that. Hell, she rarely looked at me at all.
I throw my beer can onto the ground. It took me years to get her and now she's gone. She's back with him, that brainless jock who will never treat her like the queen she is.
Together we were two chemicals who had the right reaction. With him, I can see that she has no reaction and it way out of her element.
I slam my fist into a nearby tree. How could she go back to him? How could she just stand over there while I am breaking inside? How could she do this to me?
A few people look nervously at me. They don't come close to me, probably afraid that I'll break them in two.
I need to talk to her. I need to try to get her to come back to me.
I stand against the tree and wait. That jock won't stay by her side forever. Eventually, he will run out of beer and have to get more. I know the type. Once at a party, he gets drunk and likes to stay drunk for the biggest part of the night.
I cross my arms over my chest. How could she go back to that? I would never get drunk around her. She is a lady after all. Okay, there was that one time I did, but it was nothing. I groan. I guess I did use her. All right, I am a world-class jerk.
At least I didn't cheat on her with her best friend.
I bid my time and I am rewarded. The dumb jock walks off and disappears into the woods. I know that I only have a few minutes to make my move.
I walk over to her with my best smile on. Yeah, girls just fall for it. "Hi, Elena," I say.
Elena turns and looks at me. "Trey, what do you want?" Her voice is hard.
"I-I." Great, I am lost for words. I had it all planned out. I would offer her my heart and she would fall back into my arms.
Elena takes a long drink for her read cup. "Trey, look we are over and I don't want to talk to you again."
"But-" I object. I need her!
Elena shakes her head. "No buts. We can't go back to how we were before."
I felt my heart drop. Damn it! Doesn't she see what's she's doing to me! Doesn't she see how much I need her! I want to wipe her pretty face away from this world. If I can't have her, then nobody can.
I don't do anything or say anything. I just nod and walk away.
I walk deep into the forest, cursing Elena under my breath. I will make her fall back in love with her or her life will become a living hell.
I spend the next few days wondering around the city like a lunatic. I can't sleep. I'm drunk and high; I can't get sober because of her. I don't want the chemicals to leave my body. I don't want to see her with him. I can't do it!
She won't leave my mind. Every time I try to return to normal, she appears in my mind. She's there laughing with that dumb jock, not caring what she's doing to me. I love her! I am the right guy for her!
I tug at my hair. I need her back in my life. I need her.
I pick up my phone and dial her number. It rings and goes to voicemail. I've sent her hundreds of texts over the past few days. I've drove past her house every hour. I've sat at the end of her street, hoping to see her.
I need her! She's my drug. Without her in my life, I am nothing. I can't go on living without her. I want to end my life.
I toss back another bottle. I can't let her stay with him. Elena is my girl and I don't understand why people have such a hard time understanding that. No one, I mean, no one can have her but me.
I go into my bedroom and pick it up from underneath my bed.
I leave my apartment and get in my car. No one can have her but me. She needs to leave him, but she won't do it on her own. I just have to make him see things my way.
I drive around the city. Sure, it's a city, but it's not that big. Plus, his type only hangs out in certain parts. They may think that they're big boys, but they don't like to come out and play with the real men.
I go to his part, looking closely. There's not a lot of hiding spots, so he has to be around here somewhere. I watch as a group of boys leave a pool hall. I slow down. He's there, laughing without a care, probably talking about his latest hook up with Elena. My eyes narrow at the thought. I reach into the passenger seat and take a long drink.
He has to go. He cannot be allowed to be with her.
I stop next to them and roll down my window. "Hey!"
The boys stop and look at me. Their guard goes up. I don't care. All I want is her.
"Just stay away from Elena!" I scream at them. I reach back into the passenger seat again. I feel its cool metal and I point the gun at them. The boys put their hands up in the air. "JUST STAY AWAY FROM HER!" I speed away from them. I just hope it worked.
I don't look back at them, but I know they are taking pictures of my plates and calling the cops. I really don't care. I just want him to stay away from my girl. Damn it, she's mine and no one else can have her.
I speed back into my apartment's parking lot. I get out of the car and carry the gun back to the apartment. I can hardly walk straight. All of the chemicals in my body are reacting at once, creating a spinning world. I don't care!
I want to medicate myself until I don't feel anything for her. This world is so cold without her near me. I want her. I take another drink and pop another pill. She's still there, still floating around in my mind.
Elena, Elena, why won't you come back to me? Please, girl, I don't want to hurt myself or hurt you. Elena, please, baby!
I toss back yet another six-pack. My hands are shaking; my mind is rolling. I can't see. I can't think straight. All I want is her.
We had an amazing thing going, you know. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. We were good together. We, I don't know, could've gotten married and had a family together. We could've had everything.
I take another drink. The room is spinning around me. I am getting nowhere by sitting here and getting drunk. I need to see her. I need to be with her.
I grab my keys and start toward my car. I'm not too drunk to drive. I'll have you know that I'm an excellent driver.
I drive to her house. She lives in a wealthier part of the city with her stupid preacher daddy and marketing mommy. They didn't want me around their daughter, you see. Her daddy even went as far as to call the cops on me the first time I showed up at their house.
I park in her driveway, not caring if her parents saw me. Let them call the cops on me. I don't care.
I get out of the car and stumble to the porch. "ELENA!" I scream. "COME ON, BABE! I'M SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!"
Nothing. I take another long drink. The bottle is empty. I frown. I hate empty bottles. I pull my arm back and toss it at their living room window. The glass breaks into thousands of pieces. It flies out at me and cuts my skin. The blood runs down my arms in tears of red. I don't care.
I stumble back to my car and drive out, almost hitting their mailbox in the process. It's funny. I don't feel any better.
As I drive through the city, my phone starts vibrating. A smile comes on my face as I see the caller ID is flashing her name. I knew it would work.
"Hello, babe," I say happily into the phone.
"I know what you did," Elena says angrily into the phone. "The gun, the window, I know it was you."
"Whatever do you mean?" I ask sweetly.
Elena growls into the phone, "Just stay away from me and my life Trey."
"Just remember, you're the one who called me," I say.
"Don't count on hearing from me again," Elena snaps as she hangs up.
I slam my phone against the steering wheel. How could she do this? She has no right telling me what to do. I am the man. I am the one with the power.
I drive into a carry out and get some more booze. I will not have this anymore. I will get her back. I grab two six packs, pay, and drive around the city looking for my cousin Daniel. Daniel has everything that I need to put her away. The world will not have her.
I find him in the park.
I get out of my car and walk over to him.
"Trey," Daniel says in greeting.
"I need some stuff," I say.
Daniel looks me up and down. "You're drunk, high, whatever it is you are."
I don't pay any attention to him. "Look, man, I don't have time for this."
Daniel crosses his arms over his chest. "Why?"
I shrug. "No reason."
Daniel shakes his head. "No way, man. I'm cutting you off. Go home and sleep it off."
I glare at him. "You can't tell me what to do."
I stumble toward his backpack. Daniel grabs me and shoves me away. I fall to the ground.
"Go home, Trey," he says as he throws the bag over his shoulder and takes off walking.
I glare at his retreating back. I climb to my feet and smile at my prize. I have a small baggy filled with goodies gripped tightly in my right hand. By the time Daniel misses it, it will be far too late for little Elena.
I take a few samples for myself before heading over to Elena's.
When I arrive at Elena's no one is home. The back door isn't locked, so I slip in laughing at how trusting West Virginians are. I walk up to her and slip the baggy into her top desk drawer. Smiling, I slip back out of the house. It like taking candy from a baby.
Half an hour later, I pull back into her driveway. She is by the mailbox. She freezes when she sees me.
"What do you want, Trey?" she asks.
"Nothing," I say.
Elena starts toward the house.
"GOODBYE, ELENA!" I scream at her as I speed off.
I stop at the local supermarket and make an anonymous phone call.
I can't have her, then no one will.
So, there you have it...If you see typos, don't be afraid to point them out. I don't bite that much. Yeah, thanks for reading!
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