This is Love || Inanimate Insanity [DISCONTINUED]

Part 3

Yang's pov
I get up at 6:00 am after not sleeping since 4. I just...can't get that image of Yin out of my head...it's taunting me- no, he's taunting me. It's all Yin's fault. He's in my mind! I have to stop him, and I have to do it now. I grab a knife from the counter and stare at it for a few seconds, grinning to myself before leaving his room and closing the door behind me.

Nobody normally gets up super early in the hotel, so I'm the first one awake. Perfect. I quietly creep down the hall and enter Yin's room, using the spare key I'd stolen to mess up his stuff. This time it isn't going to be so harmless.

I walked through the room and saw Yin, sleeping peacefully on his bed. How disgusting. How could he be so content after ruining my life? Why does he get to be so happy, while I sit there and suffer? It isn't fair. It's never been fair. He's the "perfect" brother. The sweet, innocent angel that everyone loves! Why can't that be me? I hate him. I hate him so fucking much.

I raise the knife above his sleeping form, a wave of emotions filling me with adrenaline. I can't take it anymore. I plunge the knife as hard as I could into his flesh. It lands in his stomach, and I pull it out. Blood starts gushing out of him. He wakes up in an instant, clutching the wound, screaming, crying in pain. I stab him again, and again, carving into him as far as I can go. With each drop of blood I'm only thinking about one person; Tissues. Is that who I'm doing this for? That doesn't matter. I twist the knife so deep in Yin's flesh I can feel it touch a bone. I mash up his body with the knife until his torso is barely recognizable anymore, just a pile of blood and chunks of organs. I breathe heavily and sweat runs down my face. I realize he's been dead for a long time now. How long have I been here? It must be around 7 now...people usually start getting up around 9. I stare at the mess I'd created. Blood is covering the room, the white blanket completely stained a deep red. It got everywhere. There's no chance of me being able to clean it up. They'll never believe me if I-

Oh.

Oh, I have an idea. I run to my room, change my clothes, and clean off the blood from my hands and face. I have to plant the knife in someone else's room. Then, everyone will think it was them! It can't be just anyone, though. Who would want to kill him? The only person I know didn't like him was Nickel, since he didn't really like anyone, but would he really murder him...? I guess that's my only option. I pick up the knife and bring it downstairs, placing it into Nickel's bag he left in the lobby. It's still covered in blood. I sigh, going back to my room and laying on my bed. Now, all I have to do is wait for someone to discover the body.

...

...I can't stop thinking about him.

Tissues. He's always on my mind. What the fuck is happening to me? Why can't I think about anything else? I've never felt this way before...I get so upset at the thought of him being with anyone else. Is this love? Is this what love is supposed to feel like? I don't want him to even think about anyone but me. They all must feel this way too, right? They all must want him too. They want to take him from me. I have to get rid of them. Anyone who tries to take him has to die.

I won't let them take what's mine.

a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I HAD RLLY BAD WRITERS BLOCK😭😭😭
but hey something happened woah‼️‼️‼️
yeah yins dead :( sucks to be him ig
I PROMISE THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL COME SOONER <33