What's Wrong With Me?

She let out another heavy blow and he went flying into the mountain side. The stone at the base crumbled under him and the earth trembled. “Is that all you got Cupcake?!” He shouted with laughter. The green in her eyes green turned a bright red. She sent a beam out and sent him further into the mountain. As it started to crumble on top of him he felt a tingling sensation in his left arm.
She stood there fists clenched with blood dripping down her bruised knuckles.

They had been at this for a while. As he immerged from the rubble she saw blood running down his arm, but all he could do is smile at the pain, and at her.
“Come on I’m still standing!” He straightened himself and a blood curdling noise echoed through the empty air as he popped his shoulder beck into place. His arm still looked limp to her. “What, are you tiered?!” He shouted trying to provoke her. Her face grew in anger. Then she took off with a whistle from the wind and collided with him.
She grabbed him by the collar and spun him around gaining momentum. She let go and sent him six feet into the ground.

He laid there for a while trying to breath.
Her shadow covered him as she peered down into the crater she made with his face. She was waiting for something, anything that would make it seem like this wasn’t a joke to him anymore. But he just laid there smiling his evil smile.
He started shifting to get up, but he winced at the pain coming from his aching body.

She stepped back as he stepped out of the hole. He looked limp and week so she didn’t expect him to suddenly grab her hand and throw her back into the same mountain she had thrown him. She brushed it off a lot easier than he had and got up.

It had been a while since he had landed a blow on her; she almost thought he wasn’t even trying. They stood eyes locked as the sound of their heavy breaths filled the air.
“You’re a freaking idiot Butch!” She shouted charging at him. Her knuckles cracked as they penetrated his face. His head flow back and he fell to his back. He held his hand over his eye and groaned.

She grabbed his collar again forcing him to his feet and punched him in the same spot again, then threw him back down. She knew he could feel it; she wanted him to feel more. She wanted that stupid smile to go away, and it was starting to.
He rolled over digging his fingers into the ground. “Dam it!” This was it; she pushed him over the edge. His expression got dark; there was no trace of a smile left. As he looked at her she wondered if it would ever be able to go back.
But his expression dramatically softened to concern.

He stared at her like a dear in head lights as he watched something fall down her cheek. “What!!!!” She yelled.
“You’re crying?” She suddenly noticed after all her blind fury faded away. Her face felt hot and her eyes were steaming with tears. She tried to wipe them away. “No I’m not!”

He thought letting her let out all her anger out on him would help with whatever was bothering her, but it didn’t seem to be working this time.
He got up and grabbed her hand but she yanked it away. “Leave me alone!” She tried to walk away but he grabbed her hand again and wouldn’t let go. She tried to get away but it was no use. “BUTTERCUP, STOP IT!!!” Her eyes started turning red again and she hit his side. He moaned but wouldn’t let go. Finally he grabbed her wrapping his arms around her; pining her arms between them. “LET GO!!!” She tried to wiggle her way out but even in his weakened state he was stronger. Finally she gave up and stood still.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered. She could feel the water trying to escape from her eyes, and suddenly she could no longer hold it back. “What’s wrong” He repeated. “Nothing’s wrong” She managed to say between sobs. “You gave me a freaking black eye” He loosened his grip on her, but she then wrapped her arms around him making sure he wouldn’t let her go.

“It’s my sisters…..” She sighed. “I hate them!.... They don’t think I care. They said I wouldn’t understand. They think I’m some kinda robot, but I’m not. I care; I just have trouble showing it. They’re always keeping secrets from me and teaming up against me. Why would they shut me out?....."
He never felt this way before. All he wanted to do was fix it, help her somehow, but he felt helpless in this matter.

“What’s wrong with me?” She asked but he could only think of how much he felt the same way. “Nothing….” He answered as he rested his head on her shoulder, pressing his lips against her skin. “No one understands me. They all treat me like I’m a heartless monster” She always felt so alone. But he understood; he felt the same way she did.

“I’ll admit you fight like a freaking monster, and you’re a monster period. You’re mean and a pain in the ass. But you have a heart, I can feel it” He finished and she actually felt a little happy. He got it, he understood her more than anyone else ever could. And if one person, even if it was Butch, really understood her, then she wasn’t so alone. She sniffled and managed to stop crying. She wondered if he could feel how fast it was beating right now, because she could fell his too. “You’re a monster too retard” He laughed and so did she. “Sorry for the black eye” She said as she buried her face in his shoulder. “No you’re not” He huffed and she could feel his breath on her neck sending a shiver up her spin.
“You’re right I’m not, it felt amazing” He laughed roughly. “Well remember it, because it won’t happen again” This time she laughed. “Good, don’t go easy on me anymore” The way he felt right now made it sway in his mind, but the pain he felt made up his mind. “Never”.

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Some how this got insanely long, but I couldn't shorten it  .
I got some PPG art done            finally!

I don't know why but I had to put this one > it made me laugh.