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Poison

By Kati Frazier

She was like poison, it is the only way I can think to describe her and the only way I care to. Not that it bothered me. I didn't let myself care. In fact, I enjoyed spending time with her, poisoning my mind and soul.

When she turned her back on me, I nearly expected to see a warning label on her back. But the truth is, I had been warned all along. I didn't need some yellow label with a skull and cross bones to tell me. There were so many much more noticeable things.

That gleam in her eyes, so mysterious (seductive I thought) that came about whenever she was in want. Somehow I could not let her want for anything, no wish went unfulfilled. She need only say the word and I would kill, or die for her.

How did I let myself get that way?

The word 'whipped' comes to mind, but no, this was more than that.

Her requests began simply.

"Loan me a dollar, Craig."

"Can I get a ride home?"

Not always were they so straight forward, no, she could force it out of me with her eyes, her hands, the innocent look on her face.

You can get high sniffing nail polish remover, a sort of euphoria brought on by something so rudamentary, so common. Drinking it can kill you.

"Craig, I'd love to come to your game tonight. Too bad I have to mow the lawn."

She needn't say anymore. The job was done and I could see her glistening eyes in the stands that night.

We lost that game.

How had I become this? "A freshman." I told myself. I was bending over backwards for a freshman.

"Craig, Rhonda was trying to pick a fight with me. She called me a whore."

3 months suspension.

The blood was an accident, I swear.

[WARNING: Extremely flammable. Liquid and vapors may ignite. Do not use when smoking. Do not stir near fire, flame, or heat.]

She picked the movies, the restaurants. Perhaps because I was too awestruck for any decision making, perhaps because she demanded it.

She needed only say the word and I would kill or die for her.

"I've been wanting that necklace for so long, Craig. But I can't afford it."

They didn't catch me. I may have been kicked off the team, but I can still run.

Every moment I was with her glided. As if it were slipping through my fingers, and I had to earn more.

(please insert another 30 cents for the next ten minutes)

The NE came along. Lord only knows who he was. But my blood boiled when I saw him.

How could she not realize I had done so much, given so much, for our time, just waiting for her to return my sentiments.

Why was she laughing with him?

Why was she looking at him?

I wanted to rid myself of his face. He shouldn't be allowed to look back, not like that.

She loved me.

Well of course she hadn't said so. But I knew. What girl could resist me? (at a time no girl could) All the things she had needed I'd given.

Why was he getting what I had earned?!

"Craig, how could you do that?! He never did anything to you!"

I had done it before, to other people.

Wasn't that what she wanted?

When she turned her back on me, I nearly expected to see a warning label on her back.

"A freshman, Craig. You're bending over backwards for a freshman."

She need only say the word and I would kill or die for her.

Why not both?

[Harmful if ingested. In case of accidental ingestion, give fluids liberally and consult local poison control center immediately.]

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