Waring this story is not for people who can't stand death and horror
I wrote this like last summer for a friend
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
I can no longer take it. The way he looked at her and not me . Why did it have to be her...? Why did she have to steal his heart? ...Then again she is a master thief . To think her best friend, who was like a little sister to her, had a crush on him, and she still did that. She love playing other for fools. Well, two can play that game. Now time to play a little game. Loves kills ,right ,and all fair in love and war .She broke the border. She broke her best friend heart as well as mine at the same time . If it was me alone I could care less but for her friend heart to be broken for her fun. I can never ever accept that now can I. Time to granted the murder in me a little visit now. Ha, take that you witch
Oh, blood the crimson color that people would die for. The pool of crimson was beautiful all that mess up the beauty ,was a life-less girl wearing a short red skirt, a black t-shirt and a blue tank top over the t-shirt. Her coco hair spread out with a silver knife stain in the beautiful crimson cutting her heart and lungs. Who said that I can't come out and have fun she was a seducing witch after all. She played with so many hearts all her life. I gentle touch the crimson with my fingers and lick it off my index finger . Oh. the bitter copper taste that my tongue enjoyed . I left leaving the beautiful crimson behind.
On the witch's funeral, I saw that petite blond girl with rich honey brown eyes crying into his chest over that friend who betrayed her. Pests, like her don't deserve to live for another second. Oh, well time to see the crimson again and get rid of the pest at the same time. You can't have a little too much fun now can you. .
I look at the pest I just removed from the world . Her pale skin cover in crimson from cuts. Her stomach with huge gap in it and my wonderful knife stuck in her heart. . Her honey brown eyes close forever. With ... tears on her cheeks? That pathetic girl was crying out for me to stop. Hmm... she completely didn't belong in this world after all she was way too soft and caring. Now, for the crimson taste. I gently put my finger on it and taste it was sweeter and less copper. Figures her crimson would taste sweeter than most people. I heard the door begin to open behind me and ran behind a couch and saw him. His bright red eyes widen as he saw the pest on the floor lifeless. He held her and began to cry her name and chant why over again. He quickly pick up the knife and ... He stabbed it in himself and began to say his dying words "Yellow, why did you have to go, I love you." He died and his crimson went overlapping hers. just remove my knife and lick it the crimson tasted sour and so heavy copper. I left the scene to my house as the police cars began to come.
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I looked in the mirror my once neon orange hair was blood-red and my emerald-green eyes a deep scarlet red color. I flicked my knife I wonder how my crimson tastes like ...time to tell. With a quick stab in the hearts I taste my blood it was deeply bitter and coppery my tongue enjoyed every second of it ... until my sight turn black .