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Hello, ppl. i wrote this story today. I just wanted to see if it was any good. Don't get me wrong, I don't write crazy stuff all the time. I'm just exploring.




She'd been so hungry. She couldn't resist. She looked over at the enormous hamburger, she'd bitten into. She began to cry and people in the restaurant had started to stare. She gulped down some water and then burst into tears. She'd failed. The girl stood and walked past him and went into the bathrom. Him. He was tall, dark, but far from handsome. He wore a trench coat older than he was a big, microscopic glasses. He had a bit of peach fuzz on his upper lip and a bad breakout of acne. He watched the beautiful girl walk into the bathroom. She sent chills down his spine. He smiled to himself.'She's the one', he thought to himself. She ran into a stall, not bothering to lock the door. She stood over the toilet and repeatedly pounded herself in the face."You are so selfish!" she cried out. She reached into her Dooney & Burke handbag and pulled out some lip liner. She had frogotten her tools at home. She bent over the toilet and stuck the lip liner down her throat. She shuddered at the feeling and then she began to cry. She stopped crying as she felt it. The remains of her half eaten burger shot out of her throat and into the toilet. She saw it and cried more. She slowly stood and flushed the toilet. She felt awful. She slowly made her way to the mirror and she ran her hands through her long black hair. She dried her eyes and left the bathroom. No one had noticed that she left the bathroom. No one. She hurriedly left the restaurant and no one noticed, except him.He stood, slowly and left the restaurant. He saw her turn the corner and he sped up. He kept thinking about how beautiful she was. He knew she was perfect. He saw her pause in an alley, she was slumped over. She was crying. This didn't faze him, they always cried before, even if t hey had no idea. He approached her. She looked up at him. Her eyes widened. Then, she chuckled."What do you want?" she asked. He thought for a moment. Should he lie?"You." This made her laugh. She stood up straight and looked him in the eyes. He knew she'd be his best."Why?" She was interesting. He'd used that answer for almost all the others. She was the only one actually intrigued."You interest me? Why do you do it?" he asked."Do what?""Starve yourself, then gorge, and throw that up as well. You're beautiful." Her eyes held the pain again, he was almost sorry he brought it up."I wasn't always beautiful. I feel like I have to do this. So i do." Simple, and yet complex. She was absolutely perfect. He smiled at her and she smiled back.Later, that night, he contemplated the earlier events. She was the best. He thought back to it.She'd wound up having sex with him in his car. They always did. She was in control though. After, they were done, she sat beside him. Just as her hand reached for the door, he locked it. She turned to him, and he knew she knew. She screamed and he stuck the needle in her neck simultaneously. She blinked twice and her head bumped the dashboard as she went down.He brought her home, and there in his garage, he tied her down to the sofa bed, and waited until she woke up.Her big beautiful hazel eyes came into focus, and she began to kick and scream. He'd by then shed his coat and was wearing slacks and a sweater vest. He shed it and revealed his bare chest. Hairless, and hard. He glistened in the light. She continued to scream."Shutup, please." he ordered, and she did. They always did. He approached her and removed her clothes. She began to kick, but she stayed silent. Once, she was completely nude, he dropped his pants and spread her legs. He entered her and she lay there silent. Something was wrong. He looked into her face and she stared back at him, he stopped moving. This wasn't right. "What's going on?" The girl looked puzzled, and he was too. He finished and he looked into her eyes. She smiled at him. He was so angry. It, it wasn't right!. He slapped her face and she laughed. She was laughing at him. He grabbed his switchblade and sliced her face. She began to scream and he laughed hysterically. She started to kick and scream and yell. He put down the blade and she moaned in pain. He entered her again and she cried the entire time. He finished and began to leave and he heard her say,"Will you finish?" He turned and stood over her and he knew what she meant. He pulled his gun out of a box and searched for the bullets, he loaded it and grabbed a pillow. He put it over her chest and pulled the trigger. Her face smiled weakly and she mumbled something. He bent down to hear what she'd said. He cleaned her up and buried her, not with the others. He found someplace special. He'd done it in the backyard. As he lay in bed that night, something changed him forever. Her words. Her. She was perfect. She'd been hurting. He stopped that night. He wanted her to always be the last. And she would be. She was happy, and he was as well. He rolled onto his side. He'd finally heard it.
"I love you."



Comments appreciated.
KoKo