First love is innocent and pure. It is the first time your blood gushes to your cheek, making them blush. First time you feel you can’t-sleep-can’t-breathe-can’t-eat. First time you feel speechless but poetic. First time your heart feels it is going to beat itself out of your chest. First time when the words “I love you” send down a tingly feeling along your nerves. First time when you feel sleepless but exhilarated. First time you find yourself thinking about someone all day. First time you trust someone to protect your heart. First time you feel-so-much-you-get-scared. First time you let someone past your guards and in. First time when your day feels incomplete without talking to them and world incomplete without their presence. First time when every intricate memory and detail matters. First time your skin feels electrified when you stand next to them. First time you realize you can feel this way about another person.
The first person with whom you experience the waves of various shades of emotions. The first person you’re willing to give, give and give with no limits for too much never seems too much. The first person you are willing to surpass any boundaries for. The first person you love more than yourself. The first person you pour love and secrets too. The first person who made your smile widen. The first person who you imagine your present and future with. The last person you think about when you sleep and first one to wake up to. The first person who makes you feel the love in songs, books, and movie. The first person to make you aware of something deep in yourself. The first person who feels like the moonlight in the night sky and the sun in the day. The first person who you are willing to take interests in their interest and love what they love. The first one who loves all your insecurities and flaws into beauty.

Caller voice 1: 911, what is your emergency?

Caller voice 2: (distressed) Oh, God! Thank God! Uh, my- my name. Oh, man!

Caller voice 1: M'am, could you please speak clearly?

Caller voice 2: Oh. Um. Um, my name is KC...I'm, uh, 15.. years old. My- my mom...It's my mom. Aw...man. My- my mom!

Caller voice 1: M'am, are you alright? Are you hurt in any way? Can you please state clearly your situation and address?

Caller voice 2: I- I'm okay. It's my mom...she..she's d-dead, I think. Shot.

Caller voice 1: M'am, please remain calm and state clearly your address?

Caller voice 2: My d-dad. He's..dead too.

Caller voice 1: M'am, please tell us your address now so we can aid you.

Caller voice 2: I..I don't know where I am. We're in the middle of nowhere. Uh, the desert I think? I don't know. I saw a sign saying Arizona or something on it a couple of hours ago..but I thought it was just my imagination. I-I'm not so sure anymore.

Caller voice 1: M'am, can you please try find anything around you, or any signs, telling you where you may be? Is there anyone else in the area?

Caller voice 2: N-No..I don't think so. Wait. There's..something up ahead. A sign I think. Let me just-

[Rustling sounds]

Caller voice 1: M'am, are you still on the line?

Caller voice 2: We're twenty-two miles from Phoenix. We..we're in the desert somewhere. I don't know what direction the sign's pointing to.

Caller voice 1: M'am, please remain where you are. We are sending someone your way.

Caller voice 2: Wait- no! That's...that's not all.

Caller voice 1: M'am, are you injured in any way? Is there anyone else in the area or was there anyone else involved in the accident? Do you have visual contact with your attacker?

Caller voice 2: N-No. It's not that. It's...my mom.


Caller voice 2:  I shot her.

I don't know you anymore
Your face is a whisper in my mind
I flinch when I see you, however why I'm unsure
I'm afraid if we talk then I'll seem unkind

I do not wish to know you longer
Your voice as a thousand bells ringing along
You're happy when I'm not, and you're far stronger
Whenever I'm lost, you seem to belong

Hey.

I know you.

You're the...villain of the story,
                                                 yes?


The one with the lame backstory that's been passed down by ear over generations, so exaggerated and affected each time that you actually provoke the sympathy of others?


Yeah,

We met a long time ago.

In the olden days, when people said you used to have a heart.



However, people lied.

And people were fools.


You never had a heart.


You were just this cold, vicious figure that had too many desires that could never be tamed, and who's mind burned a passion so bright it blew up in flames and made you the most dangerous person anybody could find in a small place like this.


You were furious.

Always.


Yeah, I remember you.




So what happened?