Ok, so this is a little something that came to me while I was listening to eminem and rihanna... So it's kind abased on the song Love the way you lie, but not completely... I think :D

It's like different moments from Alex's and Mitchie's life.

I hope it's not too confusing with all the flashbacks :D

I hope I'm not offending anyone with this, if so, I'm sorry.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

THE BEGINNING...

Sometimes things start out great...

–flashback–

"Hey" I smiled.

"Hey" she smiled too as she closed the door behind her.

I held out my hand for her to take.

She smiled at me and let her hand fall into mine, intertwining our fingers. The moment we touched, it was like a little spark turned into fire.

My whole body felt warm and fuzzy, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. It felt like she was the one.

And when we kissed that day, under the sprinklers of the local baseball field, it felt like time had stopped, it was perfect.

We were perfect.

"Promise that you'll never hurt me?"

"I promise" I whispered against her lips, smiling.

–end flashback–

…. and turn into something bad.

–flashback–

"Where were you?" I asked her while I got up from the armchair by the door.

"Nowhere" she answered.

"You weren't here, so I'd like to know where the fuck you were" I took a step closer to the brunette in front of me.

"None of your business" Mitchie said.

It took a few steps closer.

"I think it is"

"I think it's not" I stared at her, looking for the tiniest bit of fear or doubt.

But she sighed and walked away into our bedroom.

–end flashback–

Sometimes a love is unhealthy...

–flashback–

I walked into the club and saw Mitchie talking to some guy at the bar.

I can't tell you what it was, but something in me just snapped.

That rage built up in me again.

I walked over to them, punched the guy straight in the face and grabbed Mitchie by her arm.

I dragged her outside. As soon as we were out of the club, I pushed her against a wall in a dark alley.

"What the fuck were you doing? Who was that guy?" I screamed.

"I didn't do anything. We were just talking I…"

I interrupted her.

"You don't talk to people that I don't know!" I added, still in rage.

"You don't get to tell me who I'm allowed to talk to" she yelled.

I turned away from her and bit my lip, so hard I might have drawn blood. It was like I couldn't think anymore.

My hands balled into fists and I turned around and punched her. She slid down the wall, clutching her eye.

She started crying. I fell down on my knees next to her.

"Oh God, Mitchie, I.… I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, oh God."

I started to cry too.

–end flashback–

… and hurts you...

–flashback–

I opened the door to my two bedroom apartment, Mitchie came out of the bedroom, two bags in hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked irritated.

"I'm leaving you" she told me simply.

"No you ain't" I told her, that was the rage again.

She just shook her head and headed for the door. I grabbed her arm and slammed her back against the wall. Her bags fell to the floor.

I stepped closer to her and pointed my finger in her face.

"You won't leave me, got that?" It was more off an order than a question.

"No! I –" I grabbed her face, hard. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"You won't leave me, right?" I asked again. A tear made its way down her cheek.

She shook her head "no", while she blinked her tears away.

I nodded and released her face. She looked at the ground and turned to walk back to our bedroom, tears falling to the floor.

I watched her walk away. The anger was suddenly gone and I felt so bad for what I just did.

I put my face in my hands before screaming and punching a hole in the wall.

–end flashback–

...and you start to ask yourself why you're even doing it.

–flashback–

I can't go on like this. I hit her again. I fucking beat her up! I don't mean to, but I just turn into a monster.

I love her, I really do. But in these moments… I hate her.

I have to stop this. I have to stop myself.

I got up from the couch and poured myself a glass of whiskey before walking to the car and driving to the bridge just three minutes away from our apartment.

I got in the car and walked up to the rail. I climbed over it and stared down at the water. I was determined to put a halt to what I was doing.

Only Mitchie and my family knew that I wasn't able to swim. I took a deep breath before letting go of the rail and taking one step forward.

In the free fall I realized, that everyone would be better off without me.

I felt… relieved.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol that I didn't fight to stay at the surface or maybe it was because I knew I was doing the right thing.

I started to feel dizzy as the time passed by. I was in a trance like state when I felt someone grab me and pulling at me.

The person pulled me out of the water and lay me down next to the lake.

"Alex! Alex, come on open your eyes! Please!" I heard a familiar voice.

I opened my eyes to see Mitchie leaning over me, her wet clothes dripping just like her hair. She was beautiful.

She saved my life, but in that moment I felt like she did that just hurt me, to punish me for what I did. I was mad, but it didn't have enough strength to get angry before I blacked out.

–end flashback–

But this love is so strong, and you can't let go...

–flashback–

I crawled onto our bed, snuggling closer to her.

I felt her stiffen and she opened her eyes.

I pushed a stand of loose hair behind her ear.

Her eyes were following my every move.

I caressed the bruised skin right under her eye. I couldn't believe I did that.

I leaned over and kissed her there, my tears hitting her face.

"Alex–" she started softly.

"No, please, Mitchie, I don't know why it did that. I can't believe I did that. I didn't mean to. Please baby, I'm so sorry, please… just give me one more chance, I promise I won't do it again I promise, please Mitch, please I'm sorry I–"

Her lips pressing softly on mine interrupted me.

I felt my tears mingle with the kiss.

When she pulled away she kissed my forehead and nodded. She lay down, her head in the crook of my neck and one arm wrapped around my torso.

–end flashback–

... you'll do anything to keep this love alive.

–flashback–

But I lied. I did it again.

I don't even remember how it started, it just did.

And then, suddenly, I couldn't control myself anymore.

She packed her things and walked out the door.

All I could do was sit on the windowsill and what her getting soaked from the pouring rain.

I couldn't let her leave.

I got up and ran outside, the rain and the cold hitting me felt like little needles in my skin.

I grabbed her arm lightly and looked at her. Her lips swollen and dried blood on it.

She just stared at me.

"Please Mitchie, please. Don't leave me. I know I make a lot of mistakes and I don't know what I want most of the time, but I know that I want you! I love you! I can't let you walk out of my life. Please. This is all my fault, and I know it, I'm a jerk, but I didn't mean it, I swear I didn't want to hurt you! You know that we are made for each other. Please don't leave, I'm so sorry, I swear to God next time I'm pissed I won't take it out on you, I swear. Just please don't leave. I can learn to control my temper. Please come back inside, please. Can't you tell that I really mean it? I'll never do it again!" I cried.

She stared at me for a while before taking my hands, slowly intertwining our fingers and smiling slightly while nodding.

I knew that everything I just told her was a lie. I just wanted her back. I'll do it again, even if I really don't mean to.

The rage started again that moment, when I thought about her leaving.

If she ever tries to fucking leave again, I'm gonna kill her.

–end flashback–

–flashback–

"A-Alex, don't-" her eyes widened when she saw the gun.

I pointed the gun at her.

She shook her head, tears starting to fall from her eyes.

"I love you" I pulled the trigger.

She fell to the ground, there was blood everywhere.

On the ground lay a shattered picture of us, we took it on our first date.

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise." I whispered. I looked around the room, I felt utterly calm and relaxed. For once, everything was alright. Blinking my tears away I took one last look at her, the love of my life.

Then I lifted the gun to my head.

I pulled the trigger.

–end flashback–

And sometimes... a love is too passionate.

END...