Some Guy And Some Girl

He was lost and looking for nothing, but pain. he found a girl who lived it she was the definition of it  
she was bleeding on the inside, he knew because he watched her  
and he read her most secret thoughts, she would keep an online diary of her life she thought no one would care to even read it, she had three followers and he was one of them. He inboxed for months telling her how he felt her, and fell in love with her through her undeniable pain .Her words spoke to him.  
 
She corresponded for weeks and he convinced her to meet him, he drove to Texas, he watched her for a week before he ever went up to her door. he truly did love her, he knew it she was the one to make all his sick dreams come true, she was pain and he would release her from it.  
 
He stopped and bought her roses, he hated roses but he hated everything so it was okay, he had a feeling she would love them. he drove slowly down her street taking in the view of her docile neighborhood, he loved that too the neighborhood was so fake and sit com like, he had to drive slower to really take in all the plastic that was before him.  
 
He pulled into her driveway and checked his teeth he grabbed the flowers and jumped out of his car, he went up to her door, he really loved her door, it was purple and so uninviting it made him smile. He rang the door bell stood there and waited.  
nothing but silence, but he knows he felt the vibration of someone walking up to the door, he knew she was looking at him from the peep hole.  
 
She watched him from the hole in the door, she saw he had roses that made her cringe she hated roses especially red ones she contemplated not answering the door, he was to short for her and seemed a bit eager. she watched him as he knocked three times hard, he knocked again this time with a bit of frustration, he made a face of disgust and with that she opened the door.  
 
He introduced himself and handed her the flowers, she said nothing and tossed them to the ground. he looked pissed really pissed and she knew then he was the one for her.  
 
She invited him into her living room and they sat there for a minute, and then they were all over each other, he was all hands he was touching her everywhere and slowly his hands made their way to her neck he started to caress it and then he started to choke her, her eyes went wide and then a smile crossed her face and with that she brought the knife she had in her hand down into his face.  
 
needless to say he lost his grip on her neck, he was struggling to pull the knife out of his face she was laughing and said " I can't believe it!!! maybe we are soul mates like you said! we both had the same agenda! I wanted to kill you and you wanted to kill me!" he moaned in pain and she shrieked with joy.  
 
She watched him struggle and was getting bored so she walked over and gave him a bit of help, she yanked the serrated blade out of his cheek bone, "does that feel better she asked?" he just held his face in shock and agony, he was in love for sure, she was the one for him. he tried to speak but his face hurt so he just looked into his dream girls eyes. they were empty. they were pain.  
 
She brought him a shot of whiskey and she downed one herself, maybe now they could both relax and not be so eager for the kill.  
she asked him "what was he going to do with her body once she was dead?" he said " I was going to take you back with me I was going to release all your pain I was going to love you, I am going to love you".  
 
She couldn't help but laugh, "love me?" she screamed "love me?" "you couldn't love me" she stood up and grabbed her knife and plunged it deep into her hand. the blood was flowing and she watched it bleed so did he, he dropped to his knees and cupped his hands he was trying to catch every dropped that was forced out of her, she pulled her hand away and he chased it with his hands still cupped.  
 
She kicked his hands away and grabbed his face she kissed him, hard and soft all at the same time, he melted his heart was beating so fast, she held his face with her bloody hand, she looked into the man who would have taken her life she looked into his soul, and there was not much to see, her face was that of stone and his was a face of a man in love.  
 
They stayed that way for awhile, looking into each other, and then he couldn't resist he yelled "THIS TIME I WON'T LET GO"  
and threw his hands around her neck. She grabbed for the knife frantically and he gave her enough leeway to be able to get it, he kissed her as he choked her and he could feel her arm raising up he whispered softly to her " I will never let you go" and with those words she stabbed him, he did not weaken his grip it only got tighter, she jabbed and stabbed and poked but nothing would release his hands. her eyes begin to bulge and his blood is flowing at rate faster than he would like, he chokes her harder and he watches as their lives fade from reality.  
 
He is dieing she is dead, he never lets her throat go, her eyes remain open, he feels his heart pump its last time, his body falls on top of her.  
   
Love is strange it means something different to each and every person, we are unique, or at least we like to think we are.