My Seven Deadly Sins

A darkish, romance short story of a girl who has to deal with her sinnly thoughts.

My Seven Deadly Sins

Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth, Pride

I must admit before I start writing that I have sinned.

To put it simply Thomas Fletcher wasn't just another handsome boy in school. Thomas Fletcher was simply a god in human form, perfection in every way that perfection can be. Guys wanted to be him, and girls wanted to be with him. So it isn't my fault that I have become completely and utterly infatuated with him.

Lust.

I do not love Thomas Fletcher. In fact, I hate him. No, I loathe him. But, at the same time, I worship him.

So why do I have an unhealthy lust for him? It’s like a drug, I know it is wrong and immoral but the excessive need and want for him overtakes my usually good judgment.

The rapid thumping of my heart when he passes me and the wobbliness of my legs when he talks to me. The struggle I have to take him then and there when he smiles seductively; and the want to dig my nails into his pleasantly aromatic pale skin and breathe in the toxic aroma.

I know that lust is a sin, but can you really protect your emotions from such a strong desire?

Gluttony.

I not only need to have Thomas Fletcher, I hunger for him.

My eyes search the halls in frantic hunger to see his face again. And during lunch, when my friends try to start a conversation, my eyes just go straight to him. The feel of starvation I have when he’s not there passes and my gaze looks at him with hunger.

My lips will burn and they will blister, but it will be worth it. And once my appetite is satisfied I know I will just find another reason to come back for more.

Gluttony is an unhealthy sin, but dieting will only make the want even stronger.

Greed.

Once I have gotten Thomas Fletcher into the palms of my disgustingly obsessed hands, I believe that I have an unsanitary case of greed.

The instability of out relationship is absolutely terrifying. The fact that we both hate each other but have a bad case of sinly thoughts of each other is distressing. Greed has taken over out affiliation. Talking and words are unnecessary; we both don’t really want them. As are each other’s comfort, love, adoration; there is none.

Each other’s bodies is all we want, we expect nothing more. And when refusal happens, the other becomes angry, needy, greedy. The feelings are never put out for consideration, and we take what we want.

I have now learned that Thomas Fletcher is as much of a sinner as I am.

Wrath.

My uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger couldn’t even begin to describe my pure hate and wrath towards Emma Black.

Of course, Emma Black was one of the most beautiful girls in school. Long, heavenly curls of white gold hair caressed her heart shaped face. Ice blue eyes popped out against her rather pale skin.

I thrashed in my room; throwing a pillow at a lamp and watching it shatter into a million tiny pieces onto the floor. I screeched what sounded like an inhuman howl, and tore off the wallpaper. I opened my dresser and threw the clothes all over the room. Throwing myself on the bed, I roared and cursed unnecessary blasphemy at the name of Emma Black.

Thomas Fletcher had a new interest in Emma Black.

Envy.

Envy is worse then jealousy, much worse.

I watched them together, kissing and smiling, something that we’ve never done. No, I’ve never smiled in the presence of Thomas Fletcher. Most of the time my mouth was still wide open in shock of his perfectness. Or I was frowning, or sneering, hating him so much for trapping me into his alluring company.

I scowled, now they were holding hands. Since when does Thomas Fletcher, bad boy of West Bridge High, hold hands? He’s dark, evil, and twisted; not romantic!

How come it couldn’t have been like that for us?

Sloth.

Sloth, the sin of sadness, has sadly overtaken me. I promised myself that it wouldn’t.

I have finally learned that the extravagant Thomas Fletcher is not a beast that is to be made tamed. Taming him would only make the beast rebellious, as I should’ve foreseen. Though, I could tell he was becoming anxious as the days went on. Perhaps we had gotten bored of me? He saw me less and less, and the passionate, fiery swine that he had been before soon became bored.

And what of me? I was still overzealous for him. I couldn’t help it.

I tried to remain indifferent, refraining from showing any form of craving on my face. The yearning I had to control, and soon I began to ache and shiver from the mere lack of Thomas Fletcher.

He belonged, no, he didn’t belong with anyone. He was merely with somebody else, and she would just be another one of his many romances. He was out of my grasp, and anyone else’s who had wanted him so bad.

Pride.

It took me five months to get over Thomas Fletcher. For the last five months I ignored any suggestive looks from male classmates, and kept to myself. Grades dropped, friends slowly turned away; it was as if I was in rehab!

I scowled at myself; since when did I mope around for five months over a guy? I looked in the mirror, disgusted at the wreck I’d become. My once glossy black-red hair had lost all its red shine and became a damp, dull black. My pale face had gotten paler, and shadows formed under my eyes. My once plump, red lipstick-ed lips were now a normal, boring shade of pale pink.

‘I’m going to do it’

He saw me and smiled. I smiled back, and then backhanded him in the face with all my force. The loud smack sounded through the halls, and everyone turned and stared. He looked at me, his left side bruised, in shock. I huffed,

“You, Thomas Mark Fletcher are the most evil, wicked, malevolent b*****d I’ve ever met! And all of my want and need for you is dead! You’re as much as a toe-rag for me now, and I don’t care for you any more, because I’m better than you!”

The corners of my mouth dared to rise as I looked over my shoulder to see him continue to look stunned.

Once I needed Thomas Fletcher. Now all I need is myself.