She had always liked him, but never truly knew why. He hardly ever talked to her, normally he'd just pass by. She smiled at him in the hall, he would simply nod his head. "I'm just not interested," is what he always said. But she kept her chin up; she loved him still. She felt something inside her, a hole she could not fill. Her friends soon discovered her feelings for him. They told her he was no good, but her love did not dim. She knew he was better than what they allhad said. But she started to have doubts and their words stuck in her head. She slowly became forlorn, slipping deep into a hole. Things were getting worse. He was breaking her delicate soul. But her love did not falter. She still tried to speak to him. But all the crazy things he said pushed her closer to the brim. He started acting strange...on that final day. He said things he didn't mean to try to push her away. Sadly she believed him, and she was broken-hearted. From that moment she knew that forever they'd be parted. He told her there was something that she needed to know. He told her that he loved her, but that he had to go. She didn't understand; he started to walk away. Then he said, "I'm sorry.... it wasn't meant to be this way." She was finally over the edge. 'How could this be true? I thought he said he loved me!' But deep inside, she knew. She could not comprehend how to go on with her life. So when she came home she went to the kitched and pulled out the sharpest knife. She screamed into the air, "This is not how it should be?" She screamed out all the things she wanted him to see. She spoke of her love, she cried out all her pain. She screamed about what happened and how it could never be the same. And with every last bit of strength, she scribbled her final note. She tried to explain everything, and this is what she wrote: "Take the shining knife and cut open my wrists. Watch the blood pour out. It didn't have to be like this. Take the knife and hold it up so that you can see this is the kind of pain that you're causing me. Take the bloody knife, write words into my skin. Tell me that you hate me, let the real pain begin." She watched the blood pour out then she collapsed on the floor. A smile grew on her face. 'He can't hurt me anymore.'