My Bruised Up Punching Bag.

I feel awful for writing this! I mean, im sorry everyone for writing this before I wrote the next chapter to MTFLL! Forgive me! Please! This idea came sooo quickly and I didn’t want to forget it! Anyway, this is a one-shot about how Musa takes out her anger on a punching bag (during the time when Riven was with Darcy) I hope you like it! Please R&R!

P.S: thanx Nami for helping with the title!

Musa starred up at the poster, and glared at it.

Love is what makes the world go round!

Love is all you need!

All you need it love!

Too know me is to love me!

“What a load of crap.” Musa muttered to herself.

It was Valentines Day and there had been ‘Love related’ junk everywhere.

She sat down, leaning against the brick wall and looked across the street.

She sighed.

That dumb Riven walking down the street with his dumb girlfriend, Darcy, they were holding hands and kissing, Riven swung her over and kissed her right smack dab on the lips.

Musa got up and ran to the gym. The only place where she could go, all of her friends hated the gym. But she loved it.

She pushed the big silver door open as a gust of wind rushed by her.

Everything was taken; except for a mere punching bag in the corner of the gym she shrugged and walked up to it.

She grabbed the boxing gloves used to punch it with (A/N: I don’t know what their called or if they even use those! lol)

“This is for my mother, for dying.” She whispered.

“This is for my father, whom never had time to be with me.” she said a little bit louder.

“This is for that bitch Darcy!” She said whacking the punching bag with a hard hit.

“This is for Stella, who always made me feel like trash!” She yelled.

“And this for Riven, who, who, is just plain awful!” She screeched at the top of her lungs.

She collapsed, falling to the ground, breaking out in tears.

She stared up at that punching bag; she looked at it as if it were the last line of her life.

Musa got up and started hitting at the punching bag. Whacking it to death.

“I hate him…I hate him…I hate him.” She whispered to herself.

“I will never forgive him, ever.” She assured herself.

Musa felt like her heart was being ripped out, and then thrown away.

Through all her tears, through all her falling tears, she felt hatred.

“I hate him…I hate him…I hate him.” She repeated.

“I hate her…I hate her…I hate her.” She said, talking about Darcy this time.

Musa had formally decided that love didn’t exist in the real world. And dreams didn’t either.

“I hate him…I hate him…I hate him.” She repeated.

Riven had ruined her life….