Last letter to you (relaly a short story)

As I sit here and write, I start to cry. Why do you do this to me? You know it hurts me. What do you gain by putting me through so much pain? Why do I put up with this? Why do I love you?
It all started out my freshmen year. You were a hot upper classmen. We had two classes together. We started to talk, and then I started to like you. I wasn’t going to tell you, but I really wanted to.
So as we were sitting in art, I took out a piece of paper and wrote to you. I decided to tell you how I felt. When you wrote back I was shocked to find out that you felt the same way. So as a result of all of this the next day you asked me out. I was so excited to say yes and finally have you all to myself. I never thought something so good could turn out so bad.
Everything was fine for the first three months. Then we started to argue. Most of the time it was over something stupid that we got over and made us stronger. But this fight, it was different. I must have said something that pissed you off. I never expected for you to hit me. After that fight everything went back to normal again.
We have been dating for nine months now. The fighting has started up again. Why is it that now you always turn violent? Do you know how often I cry? Do you know how much I hurt? I don’t understand why you do this to me. You say you love me but why don’t I feel its true?
I knew I was in trouble when you saw me talking to him today. Why do you get so jealous? You know that I love you and that he’s just a friend. You didn’t seem to care. I need to get away from all this pain and abuse. When you left I was so relived. Then I sat by the phone waiting for you to call and preparing what I was going to say.
When you called I knew I had to talk to you about this. I love you, I just can’t take all this any more. You didn’t care about what I had to say once again. So I hung up the phone with I love you and goodbye. Then I began to write. To express what I was feeling because you didn’t seem to care. So I wrote you a note. Maybe then you would listen.
Joey,
You never listen to what I have to say. You love me right? Then why can’t you show it? All this fighting and abuse, is this your way to show me you love me? I love you so much I would do any thing for you. I never meant to piss you off. Things need to change. I can’t take this anymore. If things don’t change then, I don’t know what ill do, but I cant stay and let you continue to hurt me. I love you. Love,
Steph

I gave you the note the next day in class. You didn’t talk to me all day. Great, I messes up. I don’t want to lose you. I love you to much. I just want things to change.
When you got home that day you called me. I could tell you weren’t happy. Then you told me you were sorry for all this pain you have caused me. You said you were going to show me just how much you love me. You said you didn’t want to lose me. I believed you.
Once again everything was fine. Only for a month though. When you found Brains number on my caller id you just flipped. You started yelling and hitting me. I couldn’t say anything. All I could do was cry. That night after you left my life changed.
So I sat down with my pen and paper, just as I always did when I was upset. I started writing to you once again. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to say. I had a brief idea of what I wanted to say though.
Joey,
Well I guess tonight you showed me how much you truly love me. I can’t believe I bought all those lies. Why cant you see how much you mean to me? You’re my everything. I love you so much. Why can’t you see? Why cant you see all this shit you’ve put me through. All this pain, tears, and abuse. Were they worth it? To me it was. All my friends think I am crazy for thinking that. Maybe there right. I loved those days spent laying in your arms while you whisper to me that you love me. Was that just another lie? I haven’t sleep in days. I can’t even eat without getting sick. What’s the use on waiting for you to change? If it hasn’t happened in ten months, it’s not going to happen. Do you even realize what you do to me? All I wanted was for you to love me, and show you cared. Was that to much to ask for? So as a result, this is my last letter to you. Maybe when you find out suicide was my way to end this shit, you will realize what you did to me. Remember I love you to death and wish things could have been different.
Love.
Steph

I was found the next day with a knife lying next to me and slits all up and down on wrist. Lying there in my hand was a picture of you. Now do you realize what you did to me?