Love & Hurt(Na-Na) Hi. My name is Alexandria Lloyd, Alexa for short. I love to sing, but I'm not very good at it. I have a boyfriend, but I don't think he loves me very much. Wanna know why I think that? Well, he hits me. Hard. Sometimes I have to run away somewhere and cry. But I love him too much to leave him. This is how it all started. One day, I think it was a Tuesday morning at school, I was walking down the hallway to History when I saw this REALLY cute guy, I mean he was REALLY cute, like something you would see in a magazine. He was walking towards me. Now, I had never seen this guy before, so I was shocked when he came up to me and said, "Hey, sexy." "Ummm... Hi.." I said. And now 3 months later I am sitting on my bed writing this story, bruises all over my body, wondering what he will do next.

Chapter 1: I can feel his hate in his fists. He's screaming cuss words like nobody's business. All I wanna know is what I did to deserve this. What am I still doing here? Why the heck am I with this horrible butthole? Why does he keep hitting me over and over and over? I'm yelling "Stop It, Leave me alone!!" But he won't listen. "You know what, I hate your freakin guts for real! I don't know why I go with your ugly ass!" He said. I love him, but why does he have to knock the shit out of me all the time? When he is done he just gets up and leaves me there, bleeding inside and out. Why? That's the only question I can ask. Why?


Chapter 2: "Honey, you can't keep letting him hit you." says my mom. "I know," I say crying. "But I love him so much." "That's no excuse, Alexa." She said. The name of this horrible beater is Dylan. Dylan Cooper. 16 years old just like me. He goes to Prufrok High, just like me. He has been charged a lot of times for violence. I just know he's gonna kill me some day. Some day.


Chapter 3: I go to school on Monday, and I see him. I try to walk away, but when he comes towards me, he trips me in front of everybody! Some people laugh, but I don't care anymore. He laughs as he struts down the hallway like nothing even happened! I get up and look at the ground and see a little puddle of blood. I feel a warm sensation in my nose and put my hand up there. When I look at my hand, it is covered in blood. I run to the bathroom and try to stop the bleeding. Why did he trip me and just walk away? I hate that he is so mean to me, but there is nothing I can do about it. He's much bigger, AND much stronger than me. If I hit him back, I KNOW he will prbably beat me to death. I just wish he would just love me, and mean it when he says it. He told me one day after he had beat me the day before, that he would try to get some help, but seeing that he hasn't changed a bit since then, I don't believe him. I want to SEE him change, not just hear him talk about changing, because talk is cheap. I can't wait until Friday, so I can go home and get away from him. I also have to break up with him. It will be very hard, but I have to do it. I HAVE to.


Chapter 4: It's time. Time for me to break up with him. I will call him on the phone, so I can at least talk to him. I pick up the phone afraid of what he'll say. Ring.... Ring...... "Hello" he says. "hi, it's me, alexa." "what do YOU want?" "Well, I am tired of you hitting me, and I think we should break up." He hangs up. I start to cry. He doesn't even care about me anymore. I put the phone down and try to go to sleep, but I keep thinking about him. I love him, but he can't continue to hit me. In my mind, we are over.


Chapter 5: The next day at school, I don't see him. I go to my first class. We have the same first class. I don't see him. The next day, I don't see him either. When I get home, I call him and his phone is cut off. Well, I guess he's gone. And out of my life.


Chapter 6: The next day, I was walking home from school. When I got home my mom was in front of the TV watching the news. "Did you hear?" My mom asked. "Hear what?" I ask. "Watch this." She rewinds the TV. "Breaking News. A 16 year old boy has been found in his room, hanging from the closet door! His mother said that just before he went upstairs to his room, he said, 'If I can't have her, I can't live at all,' and he went upstairs. His mom didn't know what he was doing, so she went upstairs, but it was too late. The boy had killed himself. His name has been identified as Dylan Deshawn Cooper. 16 year old at Prufrok High. His mother said she thinks the reason for his killing himself was so that he didn't have to live another day without his girlfriend, who's name will not be released." The girlfriend is me... I thought to myself. He killed himself because of me. I ran up to my room and cried myself to sleep.


Chapter 7: When I wake up, I realize I slept all night and woke up on Saturday. I want to call Dylan, but then I remember: He's dead. I start to cry again, but I think I'm all out of tears. Then I yell for my mom, and she doesn't respond. I go downstairs and she's not there. I see a note on the kitchen table. It reads, "Hey Alexa, I went to the Coopers' to talk to them about Dylan. I'll be back at around noon. Love, Mom." I feel all alone and scared because I am all by myself at my house and there's nobody around. I walk to my best friend Leslie's house to talk to her. When I get there, I knock on the door and her mom comes to the door. "Hi Alexa," She says. "How are you?" "Horrible," I say. "Why, sweetie?" "That's why I came over." When I get to Leslie's room, she is sitting on her bed reading a book. "Watcha reading?" I ask. "Charlotte's Web." "Oh." "Yep." "Well, you know Dylan killed himself, right?" "NO, I didn't know!!" "Yep, he killed himself because I wanted to break up with him." "Wow, that's stupid!" "I know, right." "But it makes me really sad, because I loved him, and now he's gone forever, he's not EVER going to come back!" I start to cry, and Leslie gives me a hug. I love her as a friend, because she's always there for me.

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