A Tragic Love Story

Here I am at 12:12 in my bathroom during my honeymoon, I locked the doors and with me is my cell phone and a large silver blade. I stare at my reflection on the knife as I begin to cut and bleed. An inch deep it went just as he said, then I stared back at the crimson-stained blade for it was not silver anymore. I nervously grab my cell and call him up, he too had cut himself and told me he would meet me in heaven. I see more blood ruining my clothes and then it becomes a blur and then I see nothing. I meet him at the gates of heaven and we kiss each other welcome. We were meant to be.

I said that he was kind and started off admiring his honesty, then out of the blue he said with tender words, "I love you." His words wrapped around my mind like a boa constrictor around my neck. He was the perfect one for me. He told me at exacly 12:12 to slit my wrists exacly 1 inch deep and then to call him to let him know.

Now you know my story and tell every one that I am finally happy, now that you now that I have finally died and am in heaven, it is really nice up here and you should know that I found my knight in shining armor.

After the wedding I run and hide in an alley waiting for the same man to come by, I see him and I rush to his side. We laugh, we talk, we cry, and we joke. We had so much in common but I was now trapped in a senseless marraige. I cry and say, " You can't help me now, I am stuck here and there is no way out." Then he came up with an idea that will help us both, he said, "I hate my life and the only thing that brightened up my day was your smile."

Let's just do us both a favor and you can call me and I will never complain. Love I thought was the best thing to happen, and now here I am an emo bride regreting my decision back then. Now I see another man, in the pew watching my every move and smiling and winking, do I know him? He is quite the handsome guy with bright blue eyes, black hair, tattoos, and a nose ring, he is the one for me!

I always thought that I would find my knight in shining armor, I always waited for a returning call, I always waited for a tender voice to say "I love you." but now I am sick and tired of waiting! Why is there nobody to answer my call? Why do they call me the weakest of them all? I am tired of waiting and you're probably tired of me complaining all the time.