Guest post by @crystalll; Creating Monsters

Being hurt was something she had always been scared of from the beginning of her teenage age; never wanting to give in to any guy, even the ones she had a thing for… I guess the fear of being was greater than the love in her heart but why shouldn't it be so? Dad had left mom as soon as she was born and she grew up sharing in mom's pain… feeling if dad could do this then every man could after all they're not all different!
Or are they? Things were about to change in a couple of seconds… yeah!

Ben! Ben had the same feeling she had “scared of being hurt”, not because of his dad but because of Lena…
Lena had hurt him so bad that he forgot what love tasted like and so maybe this feeling attracted these two together…
They decided to try…
She and Ben meant everything to each other; it was easy for her to fall in love since she hadn't tasted love before… it was all that was missing in her life; Ben’s love!
She accepted it with her heart, her being, everything that made her who she was , she became comfortable in his own skin; very comfortable… too comfortable
And maybe that was where she went wrong…
I don't know…

It's been 6 months now she got to know what true hurt feels like… it's not the punches that leaves Ben's hands to find comfort on her face that even mattered to her or hurt her, not the slaps that disappeared from his palms to rest on her back that made her realize something was wrong… it wasn't the steady yelling or trust issues; not even that one time he accused her of having an affair with the pizza delivery guy or even the nurse who leaves in the neighbourhood … it's the expression on his face when all of this happens, how could sweet Ben be this angry at her almost all the time? Had she done something wrong?
Anyway the last blow was vague, after several insults and accusations; and of course she denying these accusations Ben had decided to leave… leave her for good! And so he left, his image disappearing slowly from her sight…
Ah! What a terrible day!!

The distorted view slowly came to focus. It was the kind of night that was bleak, dark, mysterious and you couldn't see much. The kind of night you would rather stay at home than be in. Blankets of darkness already covered the frosty forest. The view would have been beautiful, if there was no thick fog spoiling it or, to put it straight, the grunts or snarls of fighting in the distance. Plus, she didn't even have a view. Not a proper one anyway. All she could see was the quick blur of jet black mingled with deep red, traces of fern green with an occasional blinding blue, flashing through, like it was never there. blood rinsed her mouth She was cold all over, even her eyeballs and she hardly had time to breathe, as frosty swirls of air swept silently towards her..

The hurt was like a spider web, intricate, yet strong. She knew in time it will pass and the sun will regain its warmth but the joy in her heart was gone. She could not cry, could not grieve for you, for you stole yourself away. You took the love you offered and locked it back inside that cage you call a body. She was never going to do what Lena did to you... ever. But now you'll never know, never find out what you could have been, and neither will she…

It's funny how the circle of hurt begins … someone hurts me? I hurt You? You get your heart broken and decide to start hurting others and then you go ahead and hurt another who also makes the same decision and so the circle never ends… more hurtful humans are being created because someone chose not to let go but do exactly the same thing that was done to him/her…
It's the circle of hate or should I say? The circle of hurt?