[ WP ] The first day you met you fell in love , the next day you were enemies

I met her on a bad day, one in a series of many that had been my last five years. I lost my job, my car broke down, and my mom was drunk again. I left home to visit a friend, and she was there, sitting with him in his basement apartment. She was frightening to look at, but not for being ugly; perhaps because I knew she represented everything I wanted, she was safety, she was relief, she was happiness, she was pain, she was perfection, she was his, but she could be mine, too. Her beauty was too much to handle, and my friend smiled. He knew I wanted her, too. 
 
 He took his belt and wrapped it tightly around my arm, he made my vein pop out; I was terrified and beyond excited, nervous and anxious, my emotions were all over, and then he injected me with Euphoria; it was an immediate high like nothing I ’ d ever experienced, and it was love like I ’ d never known; I am in love, I thought. I am in love. 
 
 The time we spent together was unforgettable to me; she kept me warm and calmed my mind, I ’ d never felt so serene and stable. She tried to leave but we made her stay, and she was only too obliging. She slept with both of us that night, and I knew I was in love. I knew I ’ d never let her go. 
 
 I woke up the next morning next to my friend. I sat up, and my head hurt, I felt sick. And yet, I looked right at her, sitting seductively in the same spot she ’ d been last night, and she smirked at me. 
 
 “ You need me, ” She said, and her voice was dripping with arrogance. “ You will always need me. ” And I hated her then because I felt sick, because I knew she was right. 
 
 She hurts me, she heals me; I need her every day, the good, the bad, the in between. I hate her, so, so much. 
 
... I ’ ll never let her go. 

