I always thought of my beautiful Blossom as an angel, she was my heaven on earth. She had beautiful, long red hair that smelled of strawberries and cherry blossoms. She had bubblegum pink eyes which you could get lost in. Her skin was as soft and gentle and pure, just like her. She always had that smile which could make you happy in the darkest of times.

And I loved her.

Something odd that I always noticed, was that she would always complain about things I never really got. She always said her stomach was too big, her nose was too large and thighs were just pieces of fat. This confused me. I thought her nose was the right size, and made her look sophisticated. I thought her thighs were magnificent, showing of her womanly hips. I thought her stomach was perfect just the way it was.

But when she's not happy, I'm not either. I didn't like it when she talked like that, I didn't like it at all. Whenever she complained, I always tried to reassure her that she was fine. Her replies were usually 'Thanks Brick!' And 'I love you Brick, your always so sweet.'

But she still complained.

One night I contemplated a plan to make her worries silent forever. I observed the sleeping pills which we kept in the bathroom. I smiled before taking one out and putting it in the glass of water she always has before we slept.

Handing it to her, I smiled before saying, "I love you Blossom,"

She replied, "I love you too, Brick,"

The sleeping pills took effect rather quickly, and I observed Blossom. She was my very own sleeping beauty.

Holding the knife I began to make the changes. How hard can surgery be?

I began with the nose. I began hacking at it, the bone was stubborn. Blood began spilling everywhere, but I shrugged it off. This always happened right?

Then her thighs. I had to break a few bones first, but I got to them at the end. She is going to be very pleased when she wakes up.

Then her stomach. This was the easiest but something was rather odd. The whole bed was covered in blood. This was odd, no one should bleed this much. I put my head to her chest. There was no heartbeat. I put my ear near her nose and heard no breathing. Panicking, I called the emergency services.

When they came, the police came as well. I only called the ambulance...

Then I came to the horrific realisation. I murdered my wife. I was covered in her blood. The knife was on the floor but they could connect the dots. I began screaming, yelling, "I'm not a murderer! I didn't mean to kill her!"

Honest.

I thought I was making her happy.

Dont put me in the mental hospital.

I'm not crazy.

I didn't mean to kill her.

That...was...disturbing. I couldn't go into too much detail, I wanted to keep it short and T rated. Got the idea off an instagram post I saw.

Did you like it? Probably not your usual Blossick story. I have another story coming out in the next few weeks. Keep a look out for it in the next 2 weeks. Or maybe this week. Who knows. I also have another story coming out on Fiction Press. It's a disaster fic with a lot of death so I don't want it to be something with deaths of characters everyone usually loves.

Anyways,

~Shaemiyah Out~