The Heartbroken Boy/The Bitter Man

A true story, though written in third person. I wrote this as an outlet for something that happened not too long ago. It's completely autobiographical. Anyone who has seen how terrible being in love can be is likely to appreciate this one.

    By chance, a girl and a boy met through a friend. They talked over instant messenger a lot, and The Boy grew more attached to The Girl every day, though their communication was limited at reading each other's typing. Every day, he heard about the problems she was having; she trusted him and relied on him for enlightenment, and he did give it to the best of his ability. After about three months, she finally asked for his phone number. She called him for the first time and they talked for around 6 hours, never having an awkward moment. They would tell each other everything and soon became best friends, though they had never seen each other in person. Finally, about 2 months after the first phone talk, they did meet in person. The Boy was bored one day and began to walk in a soaking rain. He didn't get far before a friend's mother drove by and offered to let him come with her to pick her son up. He decided quickly to go with her; he had some strange feeling that something great would happen if he did. When the friend (the son) was picked up, he decided to go back to their house with them and hang out for a while. When he got there, The Girl was there. He kept cool and walked into the room where he heard her voice, joining in on her conversation smoothly. As soon as he finished his first sentence, she ran to him and hugged him tight. In that instant, The Boy fell in love for the first time, and possibly the last. They talked until she left the house. He let her play his favorite video game on a portable system and they flirted back and forth the whole time she played. She had to leave, and seemed very sad about it. The friend's mother told The Boy that he and The Girl would make a great couple, since they seemed to have a lot in common. Everyone immediately knew without it being said that The Boy and The
Girl had strong feelings for each other. The catch to all of this is that The Girl was already engaged, despite her young age. The Boy thought he would never get her and continued to pretend he didn't love her.
    Not even a week later, The Girl began calling The Boy every day after school and they talked for an average of 7 hours a day. The Boy would walk around the local graveyard all day, and at night, he would lay on a grave liner and look up at the stars as he talked to her, wishing she was there with him instead of being only a voice over a cell phone. After about 2 weeks of talking for hours every day, The Boy was walking in the graveyard one night and one of the most memorable things of his life happened. The Girl told him that she didn't want to tell him something, and he begged it out of her for over an hour. Finally she told him. Those powerful, yet sometimes deceiving words came out of her distant lips; "I love you". The Boy knew this wasn't a good thing considering that she was engaged, but at the same time, he felt happier than he had ever felt before. He felt that he had something he had never had before; not from parents, friends, or any others. He never lied; truth was his passion. He responded with "Really?... I... I love you too."
    Half a week later, she broke off her engagement and dumped the other guy. The Boy finally asked her if she would go out with him, and she said yes.
    Half a month went by. Things seemed perfect. Nothing ever came between them. In only one day short of a month, he asked her if she would marry him, and she again said yes. He felt that since they both loved each other, they would always be loyal to each other and never break up. In this act, they became engaged at an early time in their relationship which most would say is completely foolish. Only 2 days after their engagement, the first problem came. She cursed him while he was trying to console her over instant messenger. He took her cursing for an hour or so, and finally broke out on her. He didn't insult her back, but he did point out how unappreciative and cruel she was being. After this, she decided she would break up with him. One of her friends told The Boy and he quickly began begging her not to and begging for forgiveness. After a long time, she finally decided to not break up with him.
    From this day on, they would rarely talk by phone anymore. She told him not to call her because she didn't want her dad to know about him, and she wouldn't usually call him, even if he begged. They saw each other in person on a few occasions, and on most of those occasions, she would whine and try to get away from him. Part of him knew that she was making drama out of things that didn't matter, and the other part was so obsessed with her that it held him in denial of the facts. He tried his best to help her, but she would rarely do much more than tell him to "f**k off" and curse him, then later log off instant messenger without a word of closure. He sometimes stayed up all night beating himself with a black boken (wooden kitana) until he was covered in bruises or cutting his face until he required two or more large bandages to hide the slashes; it was his way of punishing himself for not being able to help her. She would often ignore him to watch online videos or play on an interactive online community. Sometimes she would tell him to get on the community site and play games to earn the virtual currency, then give it to her. Of course, he did it about nine-tenths of the time. The random drama and verbal abuse went on for the next 5 months, and The Boy took it and usually didn't argue with her, no matter how worthless and unconfident she made him feel.
    For a month, she didn't call him and never got on instant messenger. They went without any form of communication for this period. She later told him that she was grounded, though she never did explain what she was grounded for. He was hoping she would at least sneak in a call on their half-year anniversary, but she didn't even send him a note through one of her friends. She never was good at remembering their anniversaries, and when The Boy would wonder if she even cared that it was their anniversary, he would quickly shake the thought off and hide it in his rapidly growing stock of denial. Finally he heard something about her from one of her friends, who was telling him over instant messenger; he waited every day for her to log on, even though it had been over a month since she had logged on, never losing hope and faith in her. As soon as her friend told him that she had bad news for him and began typing and sending this "bad news", two of the few friends he trusted opened his bedroom door and surprised him, saying the same thing. "Sorry, but we have some very bad news for you."
    He was told the same thing from all three: The Girl was planning on breaking up with him after she got a certain birthday present she wanted from him and knew he had bought her. The two friends in his room were in a rush to get somewhere, but they offered to take him along. He told them that he needed to stay around and take care of everything. Wearing a blank expression, he stared at the floor, as if his soul had shattered into so many pieces that they could never be picked up and put back together into a beautiful form again.  They patted him on the back, hugged him, and did all they could to comfort him. He weakly hugged them back and continued to stare blankly at the floor. Every word from his mouth sounded numb of any emotion. He experienced something he had experienced often since being in the relationship with The Girl, but this time it was worse than ever; he was too sad and hurt to even cry. The friends left and he went back to his lonely computer chair, slightly shaking. As the hours went by, her friend told him more and more about what The Girl was doing. She told him that The Girl had been cheating on him with multiple people and even planned to have pool sex with a certain guy on her birthday. She told him that The Girl had been sleeping around and had openly admitted that she "didn't need to love him".
    The Boy went temporarily insane. The next day was the last day of the second semester of school. He went to school and pretended to be alright with what was happening, even happy about it, though he felt dry and empty inside. Later that day, he called her and told her that he had heard about what she had been doing, shaking and in more pain than any other time of his life.
    "I know what you've been doing and why you haven't called in so long."
    "No..."
    "I've been told everything."
    "I can't be talking to you..."
    "I'm breaking up with you."
    After this statement, The Girl hung up on him. He kept hearing more from her friend until he finally snapped and sent her terrible messages, calling her a narcissistic w***e and things of that sort. A day after he sent these messages, she got on instant messenger again. She claimed to be crying and acted devastated by his messages. She claimed that the things he was told were all lies, but that because of his reaction to the lies and his little faith in her, she no longer loved him and would not take him back. He begged for a whole week, having to use a different instant messenger account because her parents hated him and threatened to call police on him. The whole time, her friend kept telling him things that she had done and that she was lying to him. He was confused and didn't know what to believe anymore. At one point, he had went so psychotic that he believed he was a Messiah sent to Earth by The Great Spirit to destroy an evil succubus (meaning The Girl). Eventually, he went on vacation to a different state, and half-way through his week spent away, she called him. The friend who had told him she had been cheating had to take the phone and speak to him because The Girl wouldn't talk. She told him that she lied to him in order to test him for her (which she would later tell him she only told him that to satisfy The Girl). He kept talking to her, asking what The Girl wanted, and she continued to cry in the background. After an hour, his phone began to run out of charge, and he told them that he had to get off. The Girl quickly grabbed the phone and said "I love you!", then handed the phone back to her friend. He told her friend to tell her that he loved her too, then hung up.
    For the rest of his vacation, he looked forward to getting back home and talking to her again. He finally did get home and could only talk to her friend. His hope had again failed him. He found out that she had found another boyfriend online. Over the next few months she would have many online boyfriends. The Boy believed this was because she planned to use them for pathetic and dorky things such as getting currency on her online communities. He immediately swore that he would make her hate herself, no matter how long it took him to do so.
    One night he didn't sleep and walked around in a zombie-like swagger. Not a word came from his mouth that day. His mother yelled at him while they rode in her car. He got to his mother's house finally and looked in the mirror, noticing that one of his eyes was still blue, but the other had mysteriously turned light purple. He went to sleep, and when he woke up, for the first time in three months, he felt hope again; not hope that The Girl would take him back, but hope that he could live on without having to look at his rifle every day and debate whether to blow the thought of her right out of his head or not. He had fallen out of love.
    Over time, people came to him who had become involved with The Girl on mixed occasions. He told them his story and effortlessly got revenge on her three times. They continued to have high tension between them, and The Man had only hate for The Girl. The Girl finally disappeared from his life for a few months, until he messaged her when he felt that he didn't love or hate her at all anymore. He only asked basic things such as how she was doing. They got reacquainted over the next few months, and finally began conversing over instant messenger again. More and more he discovered that he was still very bitter about the past. He couldn't resist making very mean passive-aggressive comments, and the amount of them he used when he talked to her rapidly increased. Finally one day she told him that she had gotten drunk a few times already and was going to lose her virginity to a friend of her ex-boyfriend. She continued to talk about how she had lost all her self-respect. Through the passive-aggressive comments, he had achieved what he swore to achieve; he had made her hate herself.
    Though he did this, he still knew that a mature person always blames themselves, because in a sense, one is always the cause of his or her own problems. She told him that she couldn't trust him because he would only hurt her, then said "You called me a w***e! Now I am one! Look what you've caused!".
    He replied by saying "It's your own fault, but you can continue to blame others like the little girl you are."
    Soon he realized that he was beginning to feel bad about what he had done and didn't want her doing what she was doing, despite the past. He had finally got what he wanted, and like the revenge, it wasn't as sweet as he thought it would be. He lectured her over instant messenger for about half an hour, and she gave him no reply. He continued to be cruel to her, but this time it was because he noticed that he did care about her and was desperate to stop her. He offered to even take her back, even though he still remembered well what a terrible partner she was.
    As had happened so many times before, she logged off with no words of closure. The Man could only worry. All he could do was sit in his room and wonder if she would wise up. He didn't completely blame himself, but he did hope that he would eventually be able to help her. He knew he did not love her, but he did want to see her turn into a better person.
    The next night, all his worries were answered. The Girl’s friend talked to him over instant messenger and told him that she was on the phone with The Girl and The Girl's boyfriend. The Girl had been spreading false rumors that he had threatened her. He knew he had insurance against her; he remembered her mentioning that she was going to lose her virginity to her boyfriend's friend. Yet he didn't use his insurance. Even he doesn't know why. He could have easily destroyed her, but he took mercy on her. He passed the task of breaking The Girl's web onto her friend (if you can even call them friends at this point).
    He now has a strong dislike for her. Not hate; he does not make it a goal to ruin her life. He knows the truth now. Though he doesn't have evidence of this truth and he never will, he knows. She is no girl; she is a demon. The Demon shatters mens' souls for its own profit. It cares for no one other than itself. He has no reason to help her now. It was never possible; not even during that time over a year ago when he stood under the beautiful night sky in the graveyard and she told him "I love you".
    He has decided to never look for love again and to pursue letting "whatever happens happen". He never wants to care about such a selfish, narcissistic being again. He hopes that someday he will find love under the right conditions, but he does not wish to try obtaining it. If it's meant to happen, it will happen.
    As he finishes praying that he will never have to see The Demon's face again, he says the last words aloud: "Let her fall into and burn in the Hell she has created with her own hands. Amen."     

Author's Note

What I would prefer you to focus on the most is if this story had any sort of impact on you, whether it be negative or positive. Part of my reasoning in writing this was also as a warning to people who haven't been in love before or currently are. I wonder if this holds the emotion that I felt like I was typing out of my system.