Authors note!
OK… so, I know I let my other stories go, my apologies, but this just came to my head and I had to put it down
Stephanie Meyers owns all, except my twisted brain.
Prelude
I picked up the butcher knife, pain was my plan. Listening to his cries from behind me brought a smile to my own peaceful face. I turned around to face him.
"So, temple, or heart? I figured I should let you decide, since it is your death." He gave me a painful pleading look and I almost laughed, he was looking at me like I should care, did he honestly think I would?
"Please, don't do this" he begged, those words stopped me in my tracks only for a moment as I recalled myself speaking those exact words to him. I smiled the first true smile I had had in months, he was making this better. I walked to him, placing the knife on his ankle and dragging it up to his chest leaving a long cut and stopping right over where his heart was pounding in his chest.
"Oh, do you not like it when I hurt you like this?" I asked sweetly pushing the knife a little harder into his chest. He let out a blood curdling scream that filled the small room. I got down by his ear and began whispering to him.
"I have a secret for you" I got closer and prepared myself for the one act that would change my life forever.
"I didn't like it either" I breathed and plunged the knife right into his heart.
Another authors note!
Ok so thoughts? This came to me out of nowhere and I just had to write it. I hope noone is offended