We decided to go on a date, it’s been ages since we saw each other due to our hectic schedule, long distance relation sucks.
We decided to meet at the Starbucks on Friday at 6:30 pm.
Thursday night, lying in bed I thought about the blood; blood has always been the reason I did this. When I first started doing this, I wasn’t very good at covering my tracks. People sometimes questioned why my bathroom smelled like bleach, all the time. But I got better at the cleanup.
I got to Starbucks and we talked but for some reason, I couldn’t stop staring. The more he talked, the more nervous I became. I loved him so much. What am I doing? Why did I even start doing this? But it was too late, the monsters were screaming too loud for me to ignore.
He was in the middle of a sentence when I interrupted and asked if he wanted to come back to my apartment. You should have seen his eyes light up. I took him upstairs and I wanted to cry. He sat down on the couch and I nervously excused myself to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, the tears came, they came like I was cutting an artery.
I couldn’t stand the sight of myself, I wanted to destroy this monster. And in a storm of rage, I punched my fist into the mirror. The glass shattered like a deafening thunder and my blood dripped into the sink. I fell to the floor screaming and he came running in. Shit, I forgot to lock the door. It was a mess, I was a mess. His hands around me, he kept trying to help me up, but I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore, no more death and destruction, I need peace.
And in one involuntary move, I picked up a piece of mirror glass and cut his throat.
Watching the blood wasn’t like before, it didn’t bring a smile to my face. There was no calmness in watching the life in him die, there was nothing. I felt nothing but at the same time, I felt the pain. So I sat there on the floor next to the lifeless, beautiful, and now stranger.
I looked at him and new it was over. All the hurting was over.
I torched his body on fire.
Finally, I filled the bathtub with my dead boyfriend’s ashes and let it seep into me, it was the best closure I ever needed.
Damn. Won’t make you made.
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Sorry what? Didn’t understand 😕
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Sorry. I meant I won’t make you mad
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Hehe, it’s 5am here Drew 😅
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Go to sleep
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Nah, not allowed to. We have to wake up this early 😂
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Okay. Well, have a great day
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You too dr, also- how’s the new place treating you?
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Wonderful.. So so happy. Thanks for asking.
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I will love to visit 😊
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maybe someday you can.
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How about in another lifetime?
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That would be cool too.
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Haha aren’t we the nerds 😅
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Yes, we are
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Very evocative and needs to be made into a mini-series on tv! I enjoyed reading it.
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Ya many people said the same thing as you. I hope one day this gets made ❤
Thank you so much for reading and appreciating my post 🙂 ❤ ❤
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Very deep. 😳 but I like it!
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Thank you so much hon, means a lot 🙂 🙂
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Someone will make a movie about this soon. Extremely morbid.
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I don’t know if thats compliment or not 😉
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Lol I’ll leave that open to interpretation.
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