Love Killer (sample)

Chapter 6

Waking up after hours, feeling my head heavy and dizzy I woke up with the sunlight bursting through the door cracks of my room. Tilting my head to the side just to realize I was covered in dark red velvet blood. My cheeks and chin dipped in the red lake that I was floating in, I was unable to breathe properly. I wished he had left me alone to die in peace, at least I could die like my sister. On the cold floor surrounded by blood and the sunlight showing the world such a miserable scene, but let's be honest, none would ever even know I was dead. That's the problem with our world nowadays, it is conceived as a perfect place and that people with problems are just dramatic, but are we? So many thoughts going on in my head as I felt my body numb and my senses slowly left me feeling useless.

Even if it was the end, it lasted so long, and suffering felt like a long eternity, although it was only for a day, I hoped it would be at least. Closing my eyes slowly, giving up, and accepting my defense I held my breath so it could all end. Then he burst in, Rowan. He looked terrified. He slowly picked me up in his arms and although I was dieing, everything felt like it got drowned in that velvet deep lake I left behind. He laid me down on the flowery couch and I could see it getting stained with my blood dripping on the sides of it. Such a beautiful couch, now filled with bloodstains...

-"I loved that couch you know.." he said
-"I'm sorry... ill get it cleaned don-" and before I could finish my words he kissed me. Our lips touched for a moment, it felt like an eternity, a really pretty one. I closed my eyes like before, although I loved that I could blindly trust him. The butterflies in my body flew all around and I felt like I was flying. 

-"you make it prettier, even with your blood on it, it makes him, artistic," he said smiling at me

As weird as it might sound, it was something different about him. He cared about me and took care of my wounds. He kissed my forehead and loved me like none else. He took care of the house and called the police to investigate the case. Although they couldn't figure out who it was, nor who the victims were, he made me feel safe. He was the one after all that saved me. The man that burst in after the killer attacked the woman, it was him, I swore I saw him. He smiled when I told him and never wanted to admit anything. I trusted him, with my life.

"In these stolen moments
The world is mine
There's nobody here, just us together
Keepin' me hot like July forever"

-Lana Del Ray