Hate

The way she tapped her foot on the ground was graceful; Her blue-green tights moving fluidly to the beat she listened to in her head. She gently rested her chin on a delicate white hand, and when she wrote, her fingers danced. The blonde of her hair reflected sunlight, making it nearly golden. Her smile revealed white, straight, and glistening teeth. She was beautiful.

And he hated her.

Every time his eyes laid on her, his teeth would clench and his stomach would tighten. His breath caught in his chest as she walked. Her smile would stab his heart, the pain bringing tears and fire to his eyes.

He wanted to tear her apart; to ruin her. He wanted to rip the blue-green tights and pull out that shit-golden hair. He wanted to make her skin ugly with tears and blood, to break her teeth so she could never smile that dirty grin again. He wanted her to die screaming in pain; he wanted to dissect her. He wanted to show the world the ugly insides she has. Her blood black venom, her lungs thickly coated with dark red lies. He wanted to dig out her organs and bones and show the world that she has no heart, none; having fled with her soul. He wanted the world to know that she's a liar, a fake, a disgusting, grotesque creature mistakenly categorized as a "human being".

He wanted her dead, destroyed, thrown away as carelessly as she threw away him.

"Hi Darren," she greeted cheerily, as he walked by.

"Hi Megan."