This is a tale of pain and loss, but it is also a tale of a hapiness and love that has outshined any other memory. It all started on a dark night that was completely moonless, but there were plenty of lights where I was. I was leaning against a wall in an unfamiliar house for the third time that night. I was starting to get sick of the party when a song caught my attention. I don't remember the song clearly now, but I do remember the excitement in my body as it started to move with the rythym. My body was suddenly vibrating, so I decided to go dance. I went to the floor and began while ignoring the many male eyes around me. I had no patience for men that night, so when I felt a very masculine hand biting into my hip I grew angry. I actually think that i growled. I didn't like the interuption and I did not like being touched without giving permission. I opened my eyes to protest, but was stopped immediately. The man that had his hands on me was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. his eyes were a deep fathomless blue and his blond hair was like silk. His lips were what called to me the most. I wanted him. My whole body grew excited again and very much aware of him. I got lost in those eyes for a momment, and then i was being tugged away by the familiar hand of my friend who was the one that dragged me there in the first place. I turned dazed as she shoved me into her car and sped down the street. She told me that the man I was dancing with was dangerous. She told me to stay away from him. I didn't listen. I went back to that house first chance I got and was soon lost in a love that was too strong and a little dark. We had good time after good time. He spoiled me rotten, but there seemed to be a danger about him. It was not long after that first meeting that I found out he was the ring leader of one of the most powerful gangs in the area. I didn't mind much at first, but then there were nights that he was no where to be seen and I was suddenly consumed by worry. I asked him to step down. I asked him time and time again. He said that he wouldn't leave his friends like that. He said he would always protect them, but then i would ask him who would protect him. He would just shrug and kiss me. He thought my worry was cute. I didn't. In the early morning hours of June 14th I woke in a cold sweat from the most terrifying and painful dream I had ever had. My body shook with the pain as I curled in a ball to try to keep myself whole. Wave after wave of pain went through me until it suddenly dissapeared and left me with a hollow feeling as if my soul had been torn in half and was missing one of those halves forever. I called him only to get through to his mother in hysterics. I was finally able to desipher her nonsence and a coldness that still hasn't quite gone away spread through my body and my mind shut down as blackness consumed. He was shot, just like in my dream. there was only one difference. Unlike in my dream where he died in my lap, he had died alone on the cold pavement of the steps that led to his front door. I was numb and some say catatonic for two months afterward. Im still not wholly intact. It still hurts, the only difference is that now I can hide it better. That is my tale of the purest and strongest love I have ever known and felt taken from me in one act of pure violence with no reason or rhyme behind it. Chaos took away my love and now chaos is all that I know.
Unknown "Spendy" Frisky - 16 years, 10 months, 25 days ago