A Broken Heart
"I promise I won't leave." It was a promise she said she's always keep. And I believed her, like an idiot. She left me for a woman curvier than me, smarter than me, a week later. We'd been through it all in 3 months. Thick and thin, hell and back, and that bitch leaves me for her.
I couldn't stop crying, I knew it was my fault, like always. But this time, my heart, couldn't take it. I didn't know what went wrong, honest. We made love when we could, she said I was the best she ever had, and yet she left. She told me I was her everything, that she cared. And yet, my heart couldn't stop dying.
I died a week later. At the hospital, they couldn't tell me what was wrong with me. 2 days I was fighting between life and death, thinking about how I only wanted her, but she rejected me. The last breath I took, silently cursed her. Through luck, and machines, I was alive again. I was only dead for 2 minutes, but 2 minutes was enough for me to see that God wanted me to punish those crushed the hearts of others. It had to be it right? After all, I died from a broken heart, and the cause was her.
I went home, and there was a letter on my doorstep. I opened it, and surprise, surprise , it was from that dirty heart breaker, telling me how she wanted me, but she wanted her too. And that she hopes we can be friends. No, it was too late, Jolene. You were going to pay one way or another.
I showed up at her house that night, eager to break her like she did to me. I didn't even bother to camouflage, because I wanted her to see what she'll bleed out to: me. I knocked on her door, and her lover came out, looking dazed. "Yes? Who are -" The first and last words she'd ever speak to me. I couldn't help it, I guess I had resentment towards her as well. Thankfully, God didn't punish me for it, after all it was a mistake.
Jolene laid there sleeping, looking peaceful to the normal eye. But to me, she was evil all around. I put my lips on her skin, tempted to end this, to live happily with her, now that her lover was out of the way. But I snapped back into reality, knowing it'll be a matter of time before this she devil, deceives me again.
She woke up, and stared in terror as I mounted her. Her face said it all. Please don't kill me. And I wanted to feel compassion, but God spoke to me and told me, that she wasn't to be trusted. I slit her throat to watch her die a slow painful death. But then I decided to take a trophy. I knew I deserved it.
I cut into her chest and she screamed, but they were futile. Her open chest had pleased me. Seeing the wretched thing that kept that beast alive, I decided that this would do. That this would be my trophy to treasure forever. As she laid dying, I whispered to her "You broke my heart, and I need a replacement."