Jealous Guy

" I did'nt mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry...
I'm just a jealous guy..."
jealous guy---


I watch them from my hiding place. My heart is beating fast with jealousy and rage."Fools! She is mine idiot! And I will make sure that you will know it."
I followed them as they stood up and walk together, side by side, the idiot holding my girl's hand. 'Your girl? Now who's being idiot' a voice inside my head snickered.
"Shut up! I'm not talking to you!" I said in a raised voice. People stared and shake their heads.
"Weirdo," I heard someone say, then "sshhh, he might hear you fool! he could be dangerous" another voice said.
I paid no attention to these. My whole attention is focused on the two lovers already walking away. "Damn idiots! Just wait and see..wait and see..I'll tear your f*****ng brains out of your head," I could not stop my voice from shaking. And so does my body too. I'm trembling with so much rage. Rage at them both for laughing and smiling at each other sweetly. Like hell they owned the world!
You bastard! Stop kissing her..stop kissing my girl..she's mine..mine only!
My sight grew dim as I saw him kissing her and encircling her with such embrace. For a heartbeat, I thought the world really did stop rotating and everything stop moving.Freeze. And the only thing that moves - is my heart. The only sound I heard - is the loud beating of my pounding heart. Pounding against my chest so hard that it hurts - almost. And I don't know how I happened to stand in front of them. My eyes feeling warm from rage and jealousy.
They both looked stunned and surprised looking at me. And...terrified? She was staring at me with horror, tears running down her pale cheeks. I could'nt understand. Then it was too late for me to realize what I had just done.
The knife I was holding was implanted on the bastards chest, blood pouring from his shirt. Where did I got the f****ng knife?! It was too late for me to think of that now as she stare at me with those horrified and acussing eyes.
"You killed him!" It was an accusation that hurts my whole being.
I stared at her not knowing what to say.
"I'm sorry..I did'nt mean it..please." I begged at her for the second time. I always find myself begging at her. Begging for her understanding, for her love, for her attention.
I lost my pride on the process, but I don't mind anyway. I am just a freak, so much inlove with her. And I would continue loving and wanting her, no matter what the cost are.
As I watch her leaving, running away again...I followed suit and ran after her in pursuit.