They had a fight. It was bad, it was so bad. Amy couldn't even remember how it started, but it ended with Nick screaming at her, and storming out. He had left her, He had really left her alone. She was alone again. She lay there curled up in a ball, crying her eyes out. She knew it was over, all that time was for Nothing.
She was worthless, used, beaten. Her father had told her that her life meant nothing to any one, that she was just a mistake that should never have existed. He kept her alive for the same reason that He hated her, beat her, and raped her. It was because she looked like her mother.
She had thought that she was finally free once she left, things had been going great for months. Sure they fought, every couple did, but nothing compared to this. He told her that He hated her, that He wished he never met her. She just cried, and cried. He snapped and left. That's how she got here.
Her father had threatened to kill her if she ever ran away, or tried to stop him. So she let him use her as he pleased. It wasn't until Nick convinced her to leave with him, to escape so they could live a life together, away from all of this misery. But now it had come back, that dreadful pit in her stomach, that black hole in her heart.
She had been through terrible things, that would have broken most people, but she didn't, she kept fighting the whole time. And nothing had broken her yet, not when her father nearly killed her, or when he took her virginity, and raped her.
Nothing had broken her, until now. She broke the moment Nick left, he was her light, her will, and reason to live, without him, She was nothing. She was nothing now that the last true light in her life had departed. He had left her, He swore he never would. He was a liar, a horrible person, like everyone else in the world.
She pushed herself up, and stalked into the bathroom, wiping tears from her eyes. She pushed open the door with her shoulder, and gripped the counter. Her knuckles turned white from her iron clad grip on it. She let out a shuddering breath, as she looked at her reflection. She had gotten better, healthier, but only slightly. She still had a large scar across her abdomen from a time when her father kicked her into the corner of the Coffee Table.
She shook her head at the memory, and opened the mirror. It was the front of their medicine cabinet, she grabbed a bottle of pills, and gazed at it. She let out another shuddering breath. Would she do this, could she do this? She realized that she had no choice anymore, her mind was made up.
She opened the bottle, and shut her eyes tightly. She opened her mouth and downed all the pills. She thought of her life, Its not like she made anything of herself, so the world will not lose anything by her leaving. Its not like any one would be around to miss her, Nick walked out, told her he hated her.
Hours later Nick returned to the house. He held a bouquet of roses, and a heart shaped box of chocolate. In his pocket sat a ring. He planned to apologise to her, and beg for her forgiveness, then he would propose, he didn't mean anything he said, she was the love of his life, He would do anything for her.
He looked around, Not seeing her anywhere. In the past months they had escaped. They ran as far as they could, until one day they stopped. They settled down, and tried to build a life. Nick started working, while Amy stayed in the house. He loved her, He did everything for her. He made sure she ate regularly. He was going to save her. He walked through the house, she was nowhere to be found.
He opened the door to the bathroom, and looked at the sight of the dead girl. He dropped to his knees, and held her, forgetting all about the chocolate and flowers. This couldn't be happening. It wasn't fair, none of this was fair. He cradled her head, staring down into her hollow blue eyes.
He shook his head, She was gone. His love was gone. He gently placed her head back down, and stumbled out of the bathroom. He made his way to the bedroom, and opened the closet, and got in a shoebox. He pulled out the gun he bought for protection. Just in case her father came looking for him.
He walked back, and cradled her head once again, he leaned down, placing a tentative, and gentle kiss on her lips. One last time, he closed her eyes. He put the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger, ending his own life. He had nothing else to live for anyway. The Greatest Story Ever told is Romeo & Juliet.
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