Erm, this short little piece of writing is rather weird and might not make sense. Forgive me. ;P

“ Cruel Words “

by Greta

started on the 27th of January

finished on the 28th of January

I hate you.

I hate you!

I HATE YOU!

It takes all my strength to muster up these words.

Are they

T

R

U

E

?

I don’t know.

I don’t CARE.

It just feels so good, so

G

O

O

D

to release these words.

I always loved my mother. I always respected her. At her grave I swore to myself that I’d keep respecting her until my own death.

I’m breaking this vow right now.

Because, you see, respecting her would mean living up to her ideals, to her standards. To live in a way that would make her proud of me.

But at this very moment, I don’t care.

And repeat those three words endlessly in my head.

I hate you. I hate you! I hate you!!

Hate. What a cruel word.

Do I,

do I really hate her?

My expression hardens, and I repeat those three words.

I

H

A

T

E

Y

O

U

I would defiantly not soften up.

I bring down one of my fists on the wall behind me. I immediately feel my fair skin break and blood trickling down my fist.

I stare at the thick, red fluid running down in droplets over my knuckles, down my fingers, to my nails.

Yes, it hurt.

My eyes turn into slits as I bring my fist down on the wall once more.

I close my eyes for a moment. Why am I doing all this again?

Ah, yes.

H

E

R

Why was she doing this to me?

Why?

W

H

Y

?

I don’t understand.

I don’t.

I truly don’t.

She’s fooling me. Me and my heart.

I HATE YOU, I repeat with force. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!

Why are you doing this to me?

I bite my lip, as I lower my eyes to look at my hand again. The blood is already drying up, leaving many red trails upon my hand.

Say, do you even KNOW that you’re causing me such torment?

I hate you even more for that. Someone so beautiful, so pure being able to cause such hurt, pain, frustration.

I hate you.

/Do you really?/

I hate you.

/Are you sure?/

I hate you.

/Hmm. You sound so sure. And yet, I don’t quite believe you./

What?

W

H

A

T

?!

Fuck you! I HATE you and her and everybody on this fucking planet!! And yes, I’m sure, thank you very much!!

My eyes snap open. Oh god. I was going crazy. I was talking – no, yelling – with myself.

It was all her fault.

Yes. All her fault.

And I couldn’t truly hate her for it.

I stare up into the pitch-black sky. Only a few stars were twinkling in the sky and the moon was nowhere to be seen.

“ I love you, “ I whispered out into the cold night air in a shaky whisper. “ Is everyone glad now? I admitted it. I love you. I love you! “ My whisper had turned into a raspy, frustrated yell.

I continued muttering these three words beneath my breath, before collapsing into a heap by the cold wall, tears of pain, hurt and frustration running down my face.

Oi. Now, how strange was that?

Well, what can I say? I was actually trying to write something angsty, but, it seems my talent (if it exists) lies elsewhere. ;;

Oh well.

By the way; I’d be interested to know from which person’s point of view you thought this was. And whom he or she was talking about.

And don’t forgot to review if you liked or hated this, all you furry people, ‘kay?

love - greta