Abandoned Bones

You will never get it!”

“Then why don’t you explain it to me?”

“It can’t be explained.”

“Damnit, why are you being like this?”

“Maybe because I’m tired of being betrayed constantly.”

“You think I betrayed you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh god, how wrong you are. If anything I’m the one who should be feeling betrayed."

“Oh that is rich, coming from you,” sneered Ashley.

“Always the victim aren’t you sweetheart? Never the one who is to blame? This is why things didn’t fucking work out between us. You are a psychotic case.”

Justin turned his back on her and walked away. Never once did he look back. Neither did he care to. He was tired of being the bastard, the one to blame constantly for everything even when he did no wrong. Granted those moments were rare and far in between but still he wasn’t a complete monster. People think only men are monsters when in fact it’s the women who hide under the guise of sweetness. Sweetness thick as syrup it made his stomach raw with hatred that threatened to boil over the edge of his soul. And as a matter of fact it already may have. For he was numb all the way to his toes. He felt nothing for her. Nothing but hatred, disgust for the one he thought he could care for forever. 

Thank god his eyes were finally open. He could see her for the harlot she was. No longer would be manipulated by love or caring. No, his heart had already glazed over in shiny ice shards of unwillingness to forgive. He would weep no more.

For in that hour he had laid his bones on the ground, abandoned the flesh that had once been the home of his soul. He savored the taste of fear. He let it meld with his mind, let it cut out the last remnants of his humanity.