Category : Stories

Sub Category : Romance

They all tell me to get rid of the hurt. Take away the memories, they all say. Let us help you forget, they think it's that easy. Take away, get rid, help forget, take away, get rid, help forget. Over and over. Over. And. Over. It's like a chant, a evil chant, created by evil helpers. But what they don't get, with every mimory I lose, it's my heart that hurts, not my memories.
So to get over him, I have to get rid of my heart. I press the knife into my skin. Breath, just focus on breathing, I tell myself. Slowly carving out my heart. Just as I pull the heart from my chest, my mother walks in. "I'll see you soon Love." My limp body falls to the ground. Then you Love, you take my hand. I can see you! I can feel you! Your singing our song, your voice drains out mothers screams. I smile. I got rid of the hurt.