My name is Roseanne Martinez,but most people refer to me as Rose or Rosie. I was in love. Actually I still am. He never loved me back though. He was just another popstar,that likes to crush hearts. I should have seen through his perfect reputation. No one ever threw him hate. Even if he broke their hearts,they just pretended it was their fault. I don’t think I can do that. No,I won’t, I cannot! I will make a mess of his facade,I will make a mockery of him! He will not win this game. He picked the wrong player to knock down,now he WILL pay the price. I just wonder how long he will try to stay on top. I will be on top in the end. Or will I? Read on and find out!
A/N: This is sucky,sorry. I personally think the story is actually better. Please read it,it would mean a lot to me!


2. Caught In The Storm


  The pain hit me like a whirlwind. It was blinding, and I felt as if I couldn't breathe. I bit back a scream, that i knew would be deafening. The moment I finally thought I was safe I got hurt, Burned is more like it, burned with the flames of where he is from. I hope he says “hi” to the devil, as I sit here and drown in my own tears. I just wonder how one of the devil’s friend could be the worlds’ best angel at the same time. It’s the question I will never know the answer to,but I will never forget it either.The soon-to-form scar on my heart would not allow me to forget it.

~ A Few Weeks Later~

  I have seen him everywhere. The pain was still fresh, the wound throbbed every time I thought of him. It was like a cut to my weak heart. I had once guarded my soul, it had not protected much. I wish I would have tried harder, but love makes you do crazy things. I have been and still am in love, he never had been, though. He proved that by stepping on my fragile heart.

  There was only a few people still standing by his side, most felt bad for me. Their pity did not help ease the ache. Nothing could. The few that did stick by his devastating decisions saw him differently. They still saw him as the angel he pretended to be. He was a wonderful actor, he even roped me in at the beginning. Now I saw through his facade. Some who stood by me still loved him, they were just disappointed. They would get over it in time and leave, as soon as he faked being hurt. I cannot believe that I was so blind, that I believed every word that came out that dirty, lying mouth.

  I guess I should not feel bad everyone else believed that. They still do. He never cared about me, just himself. I may be making him out as the devil himself, but it is probably the pain doing this.  

  Maybe when, or if, I ever heal he won’t look so bad to me. He will just be another lost soul in this cruel world, just looking for the love they crave. Maybe not, I love him and he kicked me to the curb. His last words echoed in my pounding head.

   "I am sorry, it’s for the best.”

  It might be for him, but not for me. Though, sometimes I wonder if I was seeing the same things through my eyes,as the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. I knew I needed information about the true him, so I’d get some evidence to prove it!

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