I am the villain, he is the hero, such a classic trope. He's a beautiful blonde, bright blue eyes. Perfect, everything about that boy is perfect. I'm not, though. I was never perfect, I never will be. 

I sit on my couch, a bottle of water in my lap, trying to ignore the feelings i feel inside

“Give up, Vero, it's over” his voice echoes through the empty alleyway as he stares down at me with disgust, his blade pointed directly in my face. He held his sword firmly in his hand “why wont you just surrender, Vero? I don't want to hurt you.” he spoke through clenched teeth, the diamond in his tooth sparkling.

I stayed quiet, everything about him pissed me off so much I couldn't speak, or it was the blade in his hand. I watched him as he studied my arms, the gloves I wore were pulled down enough to reveal faint scars, He quickly looked back up to my face. 

“Why do you always have to be so difficult? I'm trying to help you, goddamnit!” He spat through his teeth, his words harsh, and cold. 

At that moment everything me and him have been through flashed through my mind. I remember how we used to be best friends but in the end I slowly drove myself into madness, pushing everyone away. I fell into a life of crime just for the fun of it. “Why??” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

His eyes widened at my outburst, lowering his sword slightly. “Why?? Because i care about you, idiot!” he shouted back, his voice full of anger and hurt. “You think I like seeing you like this?! Running around causing chaos and destruction?! You're destroying yourself, and it's killing me to watch!”.

“Then dont watch!” I yelled and wrapped my hand around his sword, gripping it till warm blood ran down my arm. I felt it cut through my glove, the skin tearing and the blood dripping down my arm.

I watched in glee as his eyes widened in horror and dropped the sword “what the hell are you doing?! Stop it!” his hands reached out to grab my wrist, trying to pry my hand from the sword.

I remember laughing as my vision went dark. the world around me faded away, my ribs hurt so much, they usually do. I grasped my side as I fell to the cold, concrete ground, almost hitting the sword.