Bullet in my love

Been some time so i thought ill write a new story...
The boy tried to crawl towards the window. Slowly inch by inch he reached it, he tried to hoist himself up groaning slightly from the pain that his bloodied leg was giving him. He looked outside the window and felt tears swell up to his eyes; he just looked on from that cracked foggy window. The rain outside seemed to personifying the sadness that was present in him. There just outside his window was the girl he loved she seemed to have a smile on her face as she jumped into the arms of the man who did this to him. The man showed his happiness by taking her close and planting a firm kiss on those luscious lips. He couldn’t believe that after all that he had been through to protect her from this… this vile creature that was seven years older than him and had the audacity to call himself a man, she would leave him when he was most vulnerable. He could hear those cruel words echoing through his head over and over again, “A man who can’t win a fight for me is not a man, rather he is a boy. A boy I don’t want”
He tried to sit down the best his leg would allow him to do so, the bullet wound still hurt. He let his back rest on the wall behind him and picked up the pack of cigarettes the man had dropped. Though he had never smoked in his life he decided now was a good time to start as any. He searched around his jacket for a match and found one; he struck it against the floor and lit his smoke. He closed his eyes and tried to remember better times while the smoke he inhaled slowly warmed his lungs.
He remembered how he met his angel; he used to see her after school with her friends slowly sipping the iced coke she would buy everyday. He never spoke to her before but then he summoned up the nerve to introduce himself. She blushed as she smiled at him, soon he got her number and he was on the top of the world. They started going out soon after and could be spotted moving hand in hand at the movies, the mall nearby and the various other places around their area. He deeply loved her and would always think about her, this was evident from the series of sketches that he started making of her soon after. He never set his eyes on another girl though he knew that quite a few fancied him, he also knew that quite a few fancied her because even though she was just fifteen, a year younger than him, she looked like a mature and developed young woman. It was not hard keeping her line of admirers at bay because even though he was not jealous and was sometimes amused, they were scared of him after what he had done to a guy who had slapped her and abused her. A guy who had to undergo surgery to correct is dislocated jawbone.
Every thing was fine till the fiend showed up. The fiend would stalk her whenever he wasn’t with her. The fiend he caught following them a few days back and again today. The fiend told her with flowery words that he loved her and when she refused to reciprocate, he slapped her with that giant hand of his. They both got into a fight, a fight that lead to a dilated factory near by, a fight that the boy was winning, till the fiend tore his shirt open revealing his hidden bulk and taking his sissy gun out that was taped to his leg. A gun that no self respecting man would use since it was small, had only two rounds and was used by those who wished to kill by deceit. She apparently fell for him when she saw the masculinity oozing out of him while he held that small gun in his great big hands. The vile one gave him a sinister smile and pressed the trigger. There was a loud report and even at this close range the man missed and hit his leg. As the boy lay withering in pain, his angel came towards him and said those immortal words.
He opened his eyes now, though he knew it must be because of the extreme loss of blood he felt that he could see the angel of death with her black wings open and forming a shield around them. The angel looked just like his own angel, only she seemed kinder and caring. She gave that smile that he had once fallen for and kissed him. It was over and he lay down dead with a smile on his lips, laughing at the facade he called love.