I never asked for any of this. I'm stuck in this ocean of lies.

Destroyed and overpowered by my foolishness.

There's no way that I can ever wash the blood off my hands. She was beautiful.

The light that guided me away from all my fears.

I was too tempted by her beauty.

I ran at her and kissed her passionately.

She screamed and yelled at me to get off her.

I didn't listen.

I was angered that she had rejected me.

Did she not love me?

Was I not good enough for her?

SLAP!

One strike with my hand and she was down on the ground.

Tears streaming down her face she pleaded and begged for me to stop.

She lay underneath me.

Her body was shaking.

I kissed her again trailing my kisses along her neck.

She pushed me off her and slapped me.

This just made me madder.

She didn't deserve to live.

I pushed her down with brute force and I hit her.

I didn't stop despite her desperate pleas for help.

And then I stabbed right in the heart and I watched as the blood drained form her body.

I sunk her body in the lake and once I realised what I had done I turned the knife on me and dug it through my heart and I made sure that it was long and painful.

Now I'm stuck here rotting in hell.

I deserve it for what I did.

I didn't really love her because if I did she would still be alive.

Wowzers that was pretty deep. I think that might be my darkest story yet. Any way please review and tell what you think of my writing style and please, please, please can you help me with some ideas with my next story : )

Thanks

-Bauer05 : )