Tell me if its good or bad. I can handle if you say its not:

I slowly lifted my head, glancing up at him through my eyelashes, a pained frown covered
my face. My grip on his hands tightened, and i stared him straight in his eyes.
A silent tear slid down my cheek, and i watched as his eyes watered with unshed tears.
“You do, dont you?” He asked, his voice sounded strangled.
I didnt look away from his eyes, and saw first hand for the first time him cry. His face
shifted, his eyes turned from confused to agonized as he realized that i didnt love him.
Like every man, he thought he could cure this by a kiss; he stepped closer to me, but i
automatically stepped back, and raised my head.
“Dont,” I said, my voice sounded oddly confident for how badly i was feeling, and how much
pain i was going through right now.
“Sam…”
“Nick, I dont love you.”
“No,” He shook his head, trying to get what i just said from entering his mind. “No, you do.
I know you do.”
More tears began sliding down my face, “I dont.”
He took another step towards me, and i took one back. “Goodbye.” I whispered.
he saw it then, he couldn’t save me, because i was already to far gone. He knew know, in
that one word, that it was over. I didnt love him, and that i had already began to move on.
His face crumbled, but he nodded anyway. “Just know one thing; i’ll never stop loving you.”
He turned and slowly walked out the front door.
It didnt hit me hard until i saw his car make his way out of my driveway, the rain pelting
down on his Range Rover.
My hands flew up to my face, and i slumped backwards onto the wall, and then slid to the
floor. Sobs escaped my mouth, and soon, i couldnt breath; i was crying too much.
My heart burned in my chest, pushing against my rib cage. I shoved the hair out of my face,
and slammed my head against the wall, but i couldnt feel it, i was drowing in my own sea of pain.
Soon, i was wailing, like a little baby, and i hated doing this. But, everytime i tried to stop
crying like this, more tears would stream done my face, and it was like my brain wouldnt let me
stop crying, and wailing like this. I felt weak, i looked like a mess, and i hated myself for
breaking my heart along with Nicks.
The truth is, i did love him. I loved him so much, i wanted to actually marry him, but when he
pulled out that sparkling ring, i froze, and tored him apart. I cant handle a life without
doing what i wanted to do, instead having to be told what to do, and not have any freedom.
I didnt want that, and the only way to get out of it, was to tell him i had used him, that i
never really loved him.
A soft vibration went up leg, and then my ringtone “Day’n Night” began to play.
I ignored it, and kept crying.
Why had I done that? I loved Nick, he was my soulmate, every time i saw him a spark lite
my heart, and my face beamed.
My ringtone blasted again, and i shook my head again, now slightly annoyed.
Couldnt anyone leave me alone?
I lost everything that i loved. Nick, Carma, and Milynda.
I remembered Carma and Milynda, my two little twins who had died after i gave birth to
them just months eariler. I was devastated, Carma had only been alive for a week, yet she clung
to me with her life. When i wasnt with her, which was rarely, she wouldnt stop crying until
i had her tiny hand wrapped around my pinky. Milynda lived for an entire month until her
own body became a danger to her. Her lungs were too little, so she couldnt get enough oxygen
to her heart, which caused her to live sometimes conscious, and unconsious. Carma and Milynda
were both premature.
New tears flowerd down my cheeks as i realized that if it wasnt for me, they would be healthy,
and alive today.
What was there to live for? I had no one, anymore. No family, no mother or father, and no
children.
My ringtone blasted yet another time, and i looked down to see who was calling,
It was an unknown caller. I didnt understand why someone was calling me over and over again
if it was an unknown person. Without thinking, i picked up the phone.
“Hello.”
“Is this Samaantha Mckoy?” A deep voice asked.
My voice was barely audible. “Yes.”
“It is! Samaantha, how have you been? Its me, Matt. Matt Koliek.”
“Nows not a great time, Matt.” I said, he had very bad timing.
“But, remember last summer, when we spent an entire week together? That was so much fun.”
“That was two years ago, im 23 now, maybe we should just put that behind us. You never called me
so i never bothered with you. I moved on.”
I took a deep breath, and began to shut the phone when i heard, “I still know where you live.”
I paused, “What?”
“1931 Lexington Place. You live there, in a white town house. You have a blue Camry, and its
sitting underneath an oak tree. A guy came out of the house a little while ago, and then you
started crying, or something.”
I gasped, and jumped up, and quickly ran towards the window. “How did you…?”
“How did i know all these th
Heres the rest. sorry it cut off.

“How did i know all these things? Well, for one thing, you shouldnt try to call the cops,
because you’ll have nothing to call them on.”
I laughed nervously, “I have my cell phone…”
I slammed the phone shut, and the was about to dial 911 when a shiver ran up my spine.
I suddenly had the idea that i was being watched.
“Not for long.” Matt said, and i spun around.
“Oh my god!” I shrieked as i jumped backwards. “How did you get in my house?”
He stepped out of the shadows, and laughed. “It was easy, when lover boy was carrying you
inside the house, you two were to busy in your little converse–” i notice how sour his voice
got when he said that–”that you didnt even see me. I walked right in as you guys were upstairs.”
I reached out to get my handlings on the wall, so that i wouldnt trip over someting as i escaped.
“Stay away from me.” I managed to say.