Time changes everything and I know that all too well.

I tilt my head back and down another show of vodka. I could finally drink legally, not that I hadn't been drinking anyway for years.

No, I drank all the time to drown out my sorrows. To drown out the world.

I found my solace in a bottle, and brown liquid.

I drowned out words of cruel, heartless people who had no idea what I went through with brown liquid. With clear liquid. With any kind of alcohol that I could get my thin hands on and I liked it that way because through a drunken filter the world didn't seem real. Everything slipped away and the world fell into a sleep state and she loved it that way.

I look across the room and my eyes won't even focus on the bright red mess I had left on the floor.

No, I won't let my eyes focus. My mind won't let me focus on it. It's too much to register.

The metal hadn't felt real at all as I held it in my hand. The silver metal pressed against my palm. "Britney, I can explain."

"Can you Justin? Can you? I'd like to see you explain it! Go ahead! Explain away! Explain to me how you could tell me that you love me, that I am the one person you ever wanted to be with, break up with me, tell me you want to get back together and then cheat on me! Explain to me Justin!"

The girl on the bed wrapped the sheet around her chest. She looked at me, her eyes filling with tears. "Don't you cry. I am the one who should be crying, not you you little bitch. What the fuck is your name anyway?"

Her bottom lip was trembling. "Candy."

My brown eyes blazed as I turned to Justin. "Candy? You cheated on me with a girl named Candy? Why didn't you just find some whore on the street?!?"

"Britney, calm down and list-"

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare tell me to calm down Justin Timberlake! I will scream and go hysteric if I want! How could you?!?" I felt wet tears trickle down my cheeks. I had known deep down he was cheating on me but I wouldn't except it. I had to see it for it to be real. "I loved you. I loved you with all the fibers of my being. I loved you with all I had. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you Justin. I wanted us to grow old together."

"We still can."

His voice was calm and sweet. Like honey.

I shook my head. "How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long have you been cheating on me?" I screamed.

"Four months."

"Four months! For fucking months!"

Candy moved to get off of the bed.

"You fucking move and I will kill you. I swear to God I will."

"Britney, let her leave. You're mad at me. Don't take it out on her."

"No, Justin I am mad at you and her. She was fucking my boyfriend."

"And how many people do you fuck when I'm not around? Huh? How many boyfriends do you have besides me?"

"None."

"That's bullshit Britney. We both know your reputation."

"All lies."

My hands were shaking with hurt and anger.

He chuckled a little. "Come on Britney. You can tell me the truth. We both have our fun, now let Candy go and we'll talk about this. We'll work things out baby."

My hands stopped shaking. "Don't baby me."

"Then what do you want me to call you?"

"Just don't speak."

"Listen to me Britney. This isn't solving anything. Just let Candy go and we'll talk. We'll talk everything out and set guidelines to our relationship. We'll work this out, just let Candy leave and calm down. You don't want to do anything that you would regret."

"I loved you," I cried.

He nodded. "I know. And I love you."

"Bull shit! If you loved me you wouldn't cheat on me. You wouldn't hurt me Justin!"

"Come on Britney. Don't pull the little innocent angel bull shit. I know you sleep with other guys whether you admit it or not, so you have no reason to be angry at me."

And then he took a step towards me. "Stay away from me or I swear I will kill you."

He reached out to me. "Britney, come on."

And he took another step.

I don't even remember doing it. I just remember a loud bang and his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes I loved so much growing wide with pain, and shock and then his body slumping to the floor.

I was horrified while a line of blood rolled across the wooden floor, heading to me and starting to soak through the white throw rug.

Candy started screaming bloody murder. I had to shut her up.

And I do remember shooting her.

I had just killed Justin. I didn't need to deal with her screaming. I couldn't deal with her screaming. I couldn't think straight.

Her body fell next to Justin's, half on him, the sheet still wrapped around her but now soaked in blood.

So, now I sit here, the lights from the city shinning in at me through the window, the curtains half drawn, them in view, cold on the floor of the next room, the bottle of vodka to my side now, just sitting on the table and the round barrel of the gun pressed to my temple.

I killed him. I had killed him. And her, and I knew that this wouldn't end well for me. Celebrity or not, I killed them and I was a murderer.

I am just waiting for the strength to pull the trigger and send a bullet into my skull so I can droop down bloody on the floor like them. "Happy fucking Valentine's Day Justin."

This will be my last, like it was yours.

I hope she was worth it, because, she was the last one you had.

"Happy fucking Valentine's Day."