Submitted Date 05/04/2024

"To love is to burn, to be on fire."

-Marianne Daswood, Sense and Sensibility (1995)



"I'm jackson" he flashes a bright smile that could make any girl blush

"I'm Elizabeth" I respond quietly


little did i know that interaction would fuck up my life forever

Me and Jackson have been dating for years now, ever since we were in highschool. That said, meeting him was one of the best days of my life God, I regret it.

Here we were in the living room, screaming obscenities and throwing whatever we could get our hands on. I don't even know what we're fighting about this time. It's always the same bullshit every time, we fight, we argue, we threaten to leave, and we end up cuddled up in each other's arms. It always ends with us in bed and frankly I'm tired of it all, I'm tired of the screaming, the yelling, the makeup sex. God it feels so good but I always feel so bad in the end.

Finally I stopped yelling and I put whatever is in my hand back down on the counter, I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. His eyes widened and he quickly made his way over to me, pulling me into a tight hug. I quickly wrapped my arms around him, hugging him back. We stood there for a while just holding each other tightly, not saying a word as I cried softly into his chest.

"I can't do this anymore, i can't do us anymore" I finally mumble quietly against his chest. He responds by holding me tighter "yes you can" his voice is soft and just as low as mine and for some reason it pisses me off

I Try to pull away from him but he just pulls me back in. "Let me go" I responded as I kept trying to pull away, but he was much stronger than me so Me struggling didn't do much. "Stop it" he says his voice cold and low

"No, Let me go" I responded louder than before. He pulled back slightly and aggressively grabbed me by the sides of my face, pulling me in close. He looked at me with this passionate and intense look in his eyes that sent shivers down my spine.

"You're not going anywhere baby, you're mine and mine only, you ever try to leave me and I'll kill you"My eyes widened in shock as His threat rang through my head. His eyes were filled with this darkness, this evil, I've never seen in him before. I stop struggling and just stare at him in fear. He notices the fear in my eyes and he smiles. I knew he was insane but he wasn't capable of murder, right? (wrong lol, you finna die)

"I'm kidding" he says, chuckling like he's trying to brush off what he just said. He says he's kidding but was he really? I sigh, deciding to brush off what he said as well "don't make jokes like that" I say, glaring at him which causes him to chuckle. "I'm sorry" he responds before leaning in and kisses me. I melt immediately when his lips touch mine. The fear I felt quickly faded away as I kissed him back. His hands moved down to squeeze my ass, and I liked it for a second before I remembered every other fight we had ended the same exact way. My eyes started watering and I reluctantly pulled back from him. He looked at me with a confused expression. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"I can't do this, it's always the same thing I can't.." I tried to pull away from him again but he wouldn't let me.


"No no....i can't every argument ends the same it always ends like this and i can't stand it, if something doesn't change i don't know if i'll be able to take anymore" I look up at him with tears flowing down my cheeks. He grabbed me by the sides of my face, pulling me in close.

"Okay okay, we'll change, no more arguing, no more, if we disagree we'll sit and we'll talk it through instead of arguing okay?" he whispered softly and gently as he caressed my cheeks.

"......okay" I agree.

That didn't last long..

One week later.

I walk into the house slamming the door behind me, Jackson Following suit, yelling and screaming as always. God he gives me a headache.

"DON'T FUCKING WALK AWAY FROM ME, ELIZABETH" he shouts at the top of his lungs, I would honestly be scared if I wasnt half drunk, Luckily for me the alcohol in my system was giving me a little courage Only a little






"THEN WHY ARE YOU DRESSED UP LIKE SUCH A WHORE JUST TO SEE YOUR FRIEND". I was dressed in a short red dress and black heels, which I can admit was a little whorey but i didnt think much of it when I put it on, I just thought I looked cute.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. "I didn't mean anything by it, I just thought I looked cute so I wore it. i'm not i swear i would never cheat on you"

"Prove it"

"Excuse me?"

"Prove to me that you're not cheating"

"Is my word not enough"


I stay quiet for what seems like eternity just staring at him in disbelief. He really thinks I'm cheating, after countless times of telling him that he still thinks I am. That thought gets me wondering, is this how it's going to be from now, i cant hang out with anyone without him thinking im cheating, without him yelling, without me having to give proof time after time that i'm not cheating I can't live like this

"I think...i think we should break up" I finally said

I feel a sharp pain on my cheek as his hand reaches up and slaps me. My hand quickly reaches up to my cheek and I look up at him in shock. He may have yelled and screamed and thrown things but he has never once laid a hand on me before.. I take a step back in fear. he takes a step forward and quickly grabs by my shoulders

"You're not going anywhere you hear me, you're fucking mine you hear me, you try to leave and ill fucking kill you" he said sharply, his voice laced with this anger ive never heard before. My eyes start to water and I look up at him in fear.

"Let me go" I stuttered quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. the fear was evident in my voice, from how shaky it sounded. Jackson responds by tightening his grip on me almost painfully "No, not until you say it..Say you're mine"

"You're insane" I mutter quietly

His expression darkened and he let me go, stumbling backwards. His eyes started watering as he looked down at his hands. I don't know whether I should be worried or scared. Jackson had a past of bipolar episodes and I knew he struggles with his mental health but this…it's never been like this...he's never hurt me before...he's never been this angry and never have I felt this scared and not for him...scared of him.

He looked up at me with a saddened expression, the sudden shift from anger to sadness in him really worries me.

"Please...please don't leave me" his voice is low and shaky


"I cant... can't live without you baby please" He pleaded as more tears poured from his eyes more heavily now.

"Don't say that, that's not true" I walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder to try to reassure him.

"NO!! I can..i need you baby please please don't do this" his voice sounded really desperate as he pleaded for me to stay. It almost made me want to cry and just hug him. I was so close to changing my mind but the thought of us arguing constantly just was too much for me to handle.

"I'm sorry jackson but i...can't do this, i think i should go stay with my sister tonight..we'll talk more tomorrow."

"Please" he pleaded one last time but I was already making my way towards the front door. I just wanted to get out of thee, i didnt even think to grab anything with me

As I turned to leave I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and before I could react I fell unconscious.


I woke up feeling dizzy and this stabbing pain in the back of my head, I groaned in pain and I tried to reach up for the back of my head when I realized I couldn't move. My heart drops and panic creeps inside me when I realize that I've been tied up.

In the corner of my eye I could see Jackson walking into the room with...¦My eyes widened in terror when I saw what was in his hands.. He was holding a large can of gasoline.

"Jackson..." I say barely managing to croak out.. He looks at me with a saddened expression but he doesn't respond. Jackson walks over and kneels down next to me.

"Jackson..." I repeat my voice a little louder and filled with panic but yet again he ignores me instead puts the can of gasoline down on the floor and grabs the side of my face. He Plants a soft and gentle kiss on my forehead which only makes the fear in me intensify.

"Don't worry, after this well be together forever"

"Jackson, what are you talking about?!! Jackson, what are you planning to do?!!" Every question I ask is just ignored. He grabs the gasoline can and stands up. I watch in horror as he pours gasoline over everything

"NO no please n jackson please" he ignores my pleas and continues to pour gasoline over the room. Then he walks over and pours gasoline over me

"Please don't do this jackson, please" I begged and pleaded as my eyes flooded with tears which only stung worse due to the gasoline. But he ignored all my pleas and continued to pour gasoline on himself, And my eyes widened when I realized he wasn't just gonna kill me, but he also was gonna kill himself.


This man...really is insane

He knelt back down next to me and grabbed my face pulling me into a deep kiss. I tried to pull away but he just tightened his grip on my face forcing me to stay put as he kissed me. He pulled back and rested his head on top of mine.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay just remember the pain in just a reminder of how much i love you, and once this is over we can be together forever" he mumbled quickly against my hair. He pulled back gently and leaned in and kissed me again but I was too scared to feel any type of way..I whimpered in fear, tears pouring down my face as I looked into Jackson's face. I can see the madness and love warring within his gaze, and it terrifies Me. my mind raced, trying to think of anything to say or do to stop Him.

I continued to beg and pleaded for him not to do this but my cries fell to deaf ears. Jackson took out a match and lit it which only caused my pleads and begs to get louder and more desperate.

"Jackson please please, think about this please" I cry desperately for him to stop, but all seem helpless. Knowing my death was inevitable, I shut my eyes as tightly as I possibly could and prepared for the worse.

He threw the match and I screamed in pain as the fire engulfed me. my skin sizzled and bubbled, the heat intense. The smell of burning flesh fills the air, making my stomach churn.

My screams echo through the room as smoke rises from my flesh as I continues to burn the pain was so sharp so unbearable until there was nothing

No pain...No nothing..

Just an empty burned shell of what I used to be

I guess that's what I get for falling in love.






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  • Rose-Cathy 2 weeks, 2 days ago

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