A Beautiful Lie

Flawless

2015, January 16th

"Aren't you scared, boy?" I whispered, leaning over to him.

He was shaking so hard. I think I could hear his heartbeat jumping around like frogs. "What should I exactly be scared of?" He asked with a smooth voice.

I smirked and leaned back, holding the knife to his throat. Just a tiny bit more and I will hear his skin tear and slice apart. "I don't know," I purred lightly. "Maybe this knife that's held to your throat."

This time, it was him who leaned in. His minty breath washed over my face and black eyes flashed to mine sharply. "You love me, I know."

"I do."

That's a lie.

His black eyes brightened up. "You love me, you do! Why  do you want to kill me? You just can't." 

Those stupid black eyes. So fake. So unreal. He can never be him.

I laughed and stared straight into his eyes, "You know nothing, but one thing you do know is that you will die in the next second. Don't worry that dull pain will only last for a second then it'll be done."

Before he could say anything, I quickly pulled my hand back leaving a slow groan made from my victim. His eyes rolled back and his hands that were holding my wrist tightly loosened. I bit my lips and used my heels to kick his useless body away. My eyes automatically went to his former flawless throat that's now overflowing with blood from the cut. Even if my emotions are used to this, my body never will be. With a secured heart, but a broken body.

How sad.

That's a lie.

I'm used to this.

That's a lie.

I don't want to live.

That's a lie.

I don't want to die.

That's a lie.

I don't know know what I'm doing anymore. 

That's 

not a lie.