I'm losing everyone. Including myself.

The time is nigh.

Hey! Writer here! The rest of this story will contain mentions of Murder and suicide. If you are not interested OR are triggered by anything to do with Murder, knives or suicide, please stop reading.
This is your last chance to go back.

Still here? Alright, here we go.

He sees me. I see him. He screams, oh how lovely his shouts for help are. I dig my knife into his shoulder and he screams my name. "Yes, scream my name. Feel pain YOU THIEF." I take the knife out of his shoulder and pierce his neck. He flops backwards and takes his last breath.

I sit there and grab his phone, its still open. I tell her to come quick.

10 Minutes past 2am. The doorbell rings and I shout out to it from across the house, "Come in!" She comes in and takes off her jacket and closes the door. She enters the living room and there I am. Knife in hand, blood stained all over my skin and clothes.

"Wh.. What... WHAT DID YOU DO?!" She screams out and I get up suddenly.

"Why are you screaming? I did what I was supposed to do." The adrenaline allowed me to say that. I kept jerking my head. Is this what true insanity felt like? Or was it thrill and love.

"HE WAS THE BEST PERSON I HAD EVER MET, HE HAD JUST MOVED HERE! HE WAS THE BEST PERSON I EVER KNEW! AND YOU.. and you..." She fell to the ground in tears.

W.. Wh..W̷͈̬͆̈́̓̀h̷̳̽̏̇͜ȃ̵͎̤̗̥ͅt̷͍̳̠̊ ̷̟͒̀̀͗͆h̷̨̛̠̤͊̈́͐̋à̴̬d̵̜̣̘̥̓̂̿͒ͅ ̴̦͐Ĩ̶̬͊͘͠ ̷̖͎̔̆͐ͅḏ̴͍̿̓̀̑̃ơ̴͈̤̝̇̒̓͘n̶̛̝͕̘̉͊e̴͔̽̀̓̕͝ ̶͙̤͍̘͖̎̒w̵̨̜̞̆̌̾͛͜ṟ̴̢̻̩͍͂̾ọ̸̣̖̻͙́̏̋n̶͖̹̘̭̭̄́́͒g̵̰̟̒͝?̷̖̥͍͖͑͐

"WHY DID YOU DO THIS? WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?! I HATE YOU AND I WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED!"

S̵̞̊͂͆̑ẗ̷͇͈́̉̽̕ơ̴̺̘͂̐͒p̷̥͇͐̔.

"YOU HAVE RUINED EVERYTHING!"

S̷͍̍̍̽̀̕͝ṯ̴̨̨̡͈̣͕̪͎͙͎͖̑̊̾̾͘͝o̸͎̰̹̞̪͋̉͂́̌̂̈́́p̵̢̹̂̔̌̆̒̈͆͂̇̋̀̀͒͝ ̵̛̦̱̺̘͇͒t̸͎̘̱̾̉͑a̸̛̟͍͙̤͎͚̦͖͚̻̙̰͙̯͛̑̑̈̍̋́̌̚ļ̵͉̝͈̠͚̺͓̜̥̠̼̩̋͜k̶̛̤̹͘į̸̛̪͉͓̰̟̤̘̰͈́̎̐̋͒͛̿̋̉͊͠n̷̞̙͍̠̹̗̰̖̥̎͛ḡ̴̤̓̎̏̾́͐̌̍̑̀̚͜.̶̢͍̲͇̱̲̼̼͙͕̥͈̗͒̅̏̓̉̊̋̽̚͜͝

"DIEEEEEEE!"

S̶̡̛̛͈̥̺̥̳͇͚̩̦̹̬͉͇͉̭̭̜̃̎̾̃̈́́͛͒̌̽͑́̋̂̂͋̾͆̽̚͘͘̕͝͝͝Ţ̵̧̧̨̹̥̞̱̰͖̲̞̬͓̤̜̻͖̘̱͉̳̮͓̾͆̌̀͂̌̂̉̔̒̀̓̋̈́͂̐̃͗͊̈́͐͒̏̈̚͘͜͝ͅͅͅŎ̸̢̙̭̤̫̹̠̱̤̟̞̗͕̹̀̿̈́̄̓̎̽̅̎̂̀̃͆̌̄̊͋̋̊̓͂̓͊̍͌̄̋̾̍̚͘̚͠P̴̢̢̨̯͍̭̳͇̭̰̰͈̠̻͉̺̄͐̋͛̏̓͌͑̀̾͗̃̃̔̓́̈́̒̾́̑̾̆̿́̅̕̕̚͜͠͝͝ ̷̡̡̙̯͚̙͚͔͓̬̙̙̈́̓͋̏͂̈́̌̈́̂́͂̿̋̀͒̀͆͌͆͑̀̎͛̈̾͑͜͝͝Ť̴̢̧͎͇̝͙̞̙̰̯̬͖̼̺̥̹̲̘̻̞̠̣͚͙̤̫̬̳̺̘̩̯̮̙̲̓̐̕A̶̧̢̢̖̬̦̜̫͈̥͍͇͎͑̓̄̅̽͊̋̈̏̇́̈̓̑̈́̆̀̈́̎͐̈́̐̚͠͝͝Ļ̸̢̛̙͎͖̦͔̩͍̣͇̫͓͕̝̙̫̭̖͙͓̭͇͓̻̲̫̫̬̍́͂̅̆̀̓́̅̊̅̂͑̑̇̓͑̂̽͛̌̅̈́̒͂̇̈́͌̑̇̈́̓̈́͜͝Ķ̶̫̘̦͚͍͚̤̘̮̥͙̙̇̌́̽̍͝Į̵̡̛̛̖͓͙̤͓̝͇̞͈͔͈͇̼̞͍̪̱͕̞͇͔̩͍͚̥̼̭̺͋̋̾̈́̀͊̈̒̔̒̉͗͑͒̑͐̓̎̉̽͐̿̆̚̚͘͜͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅN̶͓͑̎͑̒̄̒̈̾̀̀̀̓̽̉̏̃̄̕͝͠Ģ̶̧̺̙̗͇̫̹̱̥̖̱̭̟̙͖̪͍͙̭̮͎̠̪̙̠͕͉̭̘̺̦̪̄̉͐̂̽͗̾̋̋̑̎̿̊̀̑̀̃̅̈́̑͒̌͗̒̚̚̕͜͝

Before I knew it, my eyes had closed. I woke back up with her body on the floor. Dead. Limp.

W̸h̵a̵t̶ ̴h̵a̴p̸p̴e̵n̷e̶d̷.̴.̶ ̸

D̴̨̯̭̉̚i̵̱̇d̶̛̻ ̵͓̮̊Į̶͈̩̩͂ ̵̫̘̥̭̀͒͋ ḑ̶̜̪̫̖̞̲̲̟̲̓̈̔͌̽̒̕͜ͅȯ̷͔̞̼̆̀̅̅̽͜͠ ̴̡͈̹̣̣̖̹̥͎̞̹̳̔̅ṯ̴͔̤̫̖̲̋ḥ̸̛̭̠̱̳̘͊͋̒̋́̀̄̉̀̽̀͜ͅį̷̺̗̣̆͌s̴̳͇̻̪̜̙̈́̂̉̿͂͊͒͋̚?̵̡͈̫͓̻̬͇͚̯͚̇̈̉̽̓̀̈́͛̐̌͂

"AGHHHHH"

Darkness.

Police entered the house and found her body and mine. Next to eachother. They went upstairs and found him.

Ị̵̰̠̼͇͒̑̑̌̒̿͆̌̑͒̿͜͝͝'̸̼̞̹̯͖͕̹̽̉̀̂̕v̷̫͓͎́͒̑ĕ̴̡̛̘̙͈̗̺̹̫̳̲͉͎̈́͋̑̿̏̋̀͂͜͝ ̴̩̠̜̹͖̬͔̯̳͚͕̝̅͊̓̍̾͋ͅn̷̘̫͔̝̼͑̐͊̅͂́̽̃̀͠ȩ̶̢͎̟̲̖͈̣͉͌͒̑̃͜͜͝v̵̧̨̧̪̼̟̬͕̹̫̂̓̊́̽̈́͒̅ͅể̸̛̫̙͑͗̊́̔͗͝r̸̖̳͍̲͈͂̇͐̾̚͝ ̵̢̙̥͖̩͙̳̣̹̮̘̫̀̃̔̓͛̿͌̑͗͜f̵̺͔̝͓̗̃̀̇̊͂̾̅̇̀͂̏͂̉ȩ̵̞̤̲̙̤͙̳̫͚͕̌̿͜ļ̵̻̤̥̰̗͓̱͚̾̀̊ͅṱ̴̦͔̖̯̣̖̱̜͖̭̘͛̆̈́͐̅̈́̄̾͠ ̴̧̛̼̦̳̖̬̬̠̯̤̏́̄̌͗͐̔́̀͠ͅs̵̫̲̺̝̥̯͙̐͋̆̈́̒̅ò̷̗͕̪̭̻͎͛̋̆̈̉̔͂͜͠͝.̵̢̢̢̜̬͕̞̜̯̝̽̓̍͝.̷̢̢̧̛͍̳̳̤̼̪̣̭̃͋͒͑̈́͊̈́̈́̈́̓͆̑͜ͅ.̵̖͍̤͕̦̞͓̃̑ ̵͈͐͋͌̄͑̃̚͝f̸̧̡͎̲͍̦͈̩̠͖̠̔ŗ̷͕̦̮̥̥͙͔̯͉̥̔̊̿͜ͅe̶̢͖̗͖͉̱̲̰̿͜ȩ̷̨̪͗̊̂͗́̄͆͆̀̂͊̈͝

(I've never felt so free.)

̵͇͔̭͉͖̪̫͍̪̩̟̜͂̔̊̂̓̈́̐̍͘K̷͔̔̈́̈́̏̋̑́͛͛I̷̤̙̠̫̭̪͉͐͛̑̒Ľ̴̛͉͓̤̩̐̒̐̇̉́̉ͅL̷̢͉̥͓̬̭͉̠̫̹̩̜͓͔̱̣̯̫̹̮̩͊͑͌̄̊̂̕ͅË̸̯̫͖́̋́̒̈́͑͋̀̈́̀D̴̨̢̢̧̘̲͕̗͉̤͎̣̞̬͎̘̪̽̆̂̓̋̑̈̈͛̿͂̎͠ ̴͉͉̣̾̾̔̍̂͒͐̓͒̅̿̄̍͜H̶̡̡̡̧̝̜̬̩̲̭̯̗̲̠̠͎̞̣̳͇̙̦̬̦̾͂̂͆̈́̂̆̆͛͗͗̐̌͐̌̽̐͌̾́̀̚͘͜͠ͅĘ̶̨̹̫͇̱͉͎͍͍̺̩͖̙̫́̇ͅR̶̨̞̣͔̜̤͇̥̦̜̣̳̙̹͓̹̈́̈́̎̈́̍̏̉̔͊͐̋͂̎͋̎́͑̆̿̆̎̊͝ͅͅ.̷̡̧͍͖͙̝͉̺̗̫̝̙̬͍̙̮̘͓͇̹̳͔͕̫̯͉̺̌̐́̈̃̀̿̽̑̅̉̐͜͝.̴̨̝͔̤̬̖̰͉̥̫̦̬̫̳̗͑͊̂̓͒̔͛͋̐̀͗̄̊̈́͠ ̴̨̛̭̘̗̟̟̼̝̦̦̥̎̽̒̃̍͒̏͂͊́͌́̎̄͗͛̎͛͒̎̃͘̚͝ͅḀ̵̡̢̛̟͕̬͎̦͕͉͚̥̺͍̗͓̯̦̙͕̪̲̭̪̃̑̒͗̅̆̅̃̀̈́͌̈́̒̌̾̈́̏̋̽̒͘̚͜͠͝͝N̴̢̡͓͇̩͕̩̝̫̘̗͕̯͓͖͉̘̠̩̰̮͈͓̪̓̇̄̅̍͑͗̓͌͑͊͛́̿̔͐̋̿̄͋͂͊͌̓͘͝Ḓ̷̛̊̊͋̎̐̊͆̇̅͋͗͛̊̏͂͛̿̋̈́̏͆͂̕̚͝ ̸̛́̐͆͂̋̑̍͐̽́͗̆́͗̓̀̊͗̀͝ͅḾ̶̧̢̨̡̢̧̧̠̤͎̗͙̤͖̣͕̣̼̹̻̙̣͖̙̅̅́̚̚Y̵̡̧̥̯̞̮͔͚̜̩̪̗̘̺̩͈̺͓̗͕̳̘̫̻̐̈́̂̐̾̈͊̽̇̓̇̂̽̍̃͌̆͗̈̈́̚͝S̵̛̖̫͔̯̖̳̳̹̗̻̦̎͋̋̈́̿͑̾̏̂͐͛̈́̏̈́̈́̐́̒̅͘̕̚̚ͅĒ̴̡̧̘͎͇͙̣̞̩͔̺̝͍͔̟̠͕͍͠L̴̢̧̩̺̣͔͍̠̥̥̮̊̐͋̋̎̽̅́̓̽̈̒̎̀̃̇̕̕͘̚͝F̷̡̛͖͖̫̠̗͉͎̫̹̬̰̲̺̥̜̻̮͈̠͇̣̄̋͗̉̾̄͊̃̓͋͛̑͛̋͐͒̄̍̎̐̊͐̚͠͠.̷̢̡̨̖̬̜͖̬͕͖̪̭͕͓̻̝͍̖̺̪̘̣̺̼̯̈́̌̽̔̆̌̒̈́̽͊̒͗͆̐̒̿̎̂̕͜͜ͅ

(I killed her... and myself.)

The End.
Jealousy kills.