Hate keeps knocking on my door. I keep yelling, "Go away, no one wants you here!" He's sneaking peeks through my window, and I can't shut the blinds because they are broken and unfixable. The curtains burned last week, so that's not an option either.
I tried to ignore Hate, I tried to ignore the persistent knocking. Hate likes to drive me to insanity. I looked through the tiny peephole in the door, Hate glared back at me, loathing and greed etched on his face.
Hate was still knocking.
"Aren't your fists getting red?" I asked through the door.
Hate ignored me.
"Don't they ache from your persistence?"
Hate said nothing.
"Go away."
Hate didn't move.
I turned out the lights and went to bed, listening to the beat of my heart and the blood in my veins.
Hate kept knocking.
I didn't fall asleep. I stayed awake, listening to the never-ending knocking. Hate would never give up.
I looked at the clock. The glowing red numbers read 2:43 am. I went to the door, I didn't bother to turn on the light. I threw it open, anger evident in my face, to see Hate had transformed into a beautiful being. And I let him in, charming smile and all.
He wandered around and cast out Love, who was hiding in my closet.
Hate decided to stay for a while.
I asked Hate to leave last week. He won't go. He won't go.
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ReplyDelete"the curtains burned last week,
ReplyDeleteso thats not an option either"
where do you come up with this stuff?
its wonderful, simply wonderful.
I love how you talk about Love and Hate like they were people, I love personification. I like the story that you spin for the viewer, I really enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDelete" Hate would never give up."
ReplyDeleteGolly gee. This is amazing. Not just this line, but all of this. "Hate decided to stay for a while."
I could just go on about my favorite lines....Maybe I"ll just copy and paste your whole post instead....