let it fall like rain from my eyes. [open]

[bridgette]

• bridgette

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i asked you if you loved me, and you told me no. i asked why, and your answer was cold and heartbreaking. you said i was just another puppet on your strings. another puzzle you have solved. another game you want to play, and defeat. and yet, for some reason, i can not seem to get myself to cross the bridge to get over you..[/center][/blockquote]

Bridgette walked up to Marcus's house, a broad smile spread across her pale face. her blue eyes shimmered with happiness. She was coming to see her beloved Marcus. he had asked her to come over, just as the day before, and Bri was more then willing to accept. she absolutely loved visiting her boyfriend over the summer. it gave her something to do rather then sit inside of the house all day with nothing to do except watch television or something of the sort. She opened the door as always, walking it. It basically was her second home.

The smile quickly vanished from her face, and tears flooded her pale blue eyes. The sight she was was almost unbearable. There, with almost no clothing on, was her boyfriend Marcus on top of her best friend Jason. She couldn't believe that Marcus would ever do this to her. Bridgette! Marcus called after her as the blond quickly turned and darted out of the house, blond hair flying out from behind her and tears staining her white face. Her boyfriend, or ex boyfriend now, pulled on his pants, buttoning them and running after her. He sped up quickly, grabbing her arm and jerking her to a stop.

I'm sorry, Bridgette. he said. Bridgette turned to him, shaking her head furiously. How could you do this to me, marcus? I was loyal to you. I never betrayed you, yet you go and betray me with my own best friend. Who is a guy! why, marcus? am I not good enough?

[/color] she asked, looking at him as her black eyeliner ran down her face. sighing, marcus lifted a ran and ran it across her cheek, attempting to wipe away her tears and the running mascara. The tears only came more and the eyeliner smeared as Bridgette pulled away.

I just don't love you anymore, Bridgette. I'm sorry. he said. at that moment, it thundered and rain poured down. You don't love me? Fine, marcus! take Jason! I dont' want you anymore either! she screamed over the pouring rain. Marcus simply nodded, turning around and running into the house. Bridgette stood there for a minute, the cold rain soaking her clothes and her blond hair sticking to her shoulders, the sides and back of her neck. She turned around swiftly, and started her run back home.[/i]

the memory of her walking in on Marcus and Jason was all too familier to Bridgette. She hated seeing the flashbacks, seeing the pain on her own face and the way Marcus looked at her when he told her he did not love her anymore. His face was plain. it showed no sign of regret for doing that to her. For telling what he felt and leaving her to fend for herself. that was natural marcus for you. A cold hearted jack ass who only cares about himself. and the truth was, he beat Bridgette. she would come home from his house with bruises on her arms and legs because of the way he would thrash her around when he was pissed.

the blond, petite little girl sat down on a near by park bench, holding her arms infront of her. She looked down at her wrists, seeing the cuts and how they went across, diagonal, and as some people called it "down the road". which meant cutting straight down. There were fresh cut reds ones, recent ones that were pink, along with the faded white ones that were from years ago, and the white ones that were from several months ago. and then, somewhere inbetween would be an inch or two of pale white skin that had not been cut yet. she knew cutting was bad, but was there anyway she would be able to stop? she didn't think so.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]