The Only One For Me

Shyla Kings stared at her ex-boyfriend, Cris Grey, as he sat on his kness, asking for her to take him back; for he third time.
"Cris I've said no three times.Please don't make me say it again,"Shyla said.
"But I need you.We're perfect for each other!"he pleaded.
"You made me say it.No,"she said.
God, when will he learn Shyla thought.Cris grabbed her arm as she turned to walk away.She jerked back but he held her tight.Finally she shook him off.On her arm was a sticky red liquid.
"Cris what is on your hand?"Shyla asked.
"My blood,see?"Cris said.
On his hand was a heart shaped cut.Inside of the cut was an S.She rolled her eyes at him and walked off.



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"Cris wrote your name all over the boys bathroom,"Shyla's best friend, Jaylynn Bliss, was telling her.
"He did not!"Shly yelled.
"He so did.Your lucky; I bet no ones ever paid that much attention to anyone,"Jaylynn said.
"Whatever,"Shyla said.
She walked off.She tossed her hair when she walked by Cris.He is such a stalker, Shly thought.She smiled at Brian, her boyfriend, when she walked by.Cris's eyes glared with jelousy but Shyl didn't notice.She should have but she was to busy with her own vainity.



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Shyla opened her closet.She was getting ready for Jaylynn's birthday party.
"Ahh!"she screamed as she fell backwards.
There was Cris with a knife in his hand.He had cuts all over his body, with a creepy smile on his face.
"Cris what are you doing?"She asked.
"I wan you.You don't want me so no one will have you,"he said.
He raised his knife.He grabbed her arm.He slit her wrist.Blood gushed out.He slit the other.She fell to the ground crying.
"Im sorry, Shyla,"those were the last words she ever heard.



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Her mother walked in to wake her daughter after staying out all night.She screamed at the sight of her daughter.Her throught slit and both her wrist were slit.Laying by her, hand-in-hand, was Cris.He also dead.A note was by them.It read "She wasn't mine.I wasn't hers.But now we are, hand-in-hand as we rest for all of forever" In cris's  hand.Shyla's mother almost fainted at the words, the image in her mide, and the thought of never seeing her daughter again.