My Neverland

One: Sucicidal Murder

I grinned wickedly at the squirming figure underneath me. My knees on either side of him, my hips hovering above his. I used my free hand to hold his wrists, the adrenaline rushing through me allowing me to be stronger than I actually was. The kitchen knife clutched in my other hand like an extension of my arm. I wielded it expertly, laughing maniacally as the smooth metal glinted in the light.

His brown hair was matted with blood. I didn't know how I injured him, all I remembered was bloodlust. I don't even know how I managed to find him. But I didn't care. This was revenge. His deep brown eyes widened in fear as he truly realized he fucked up this time.

I touched his face for a moment, the maliciousness leaving my features.

"I loved you."

His brown eyes lost their fear and gained back their warmth.

"We could be together.." He started to say- I kneed him in his ribs, which shut him up instantly.

Too late for that.

"I still love you, but now you've gone and destroyed what was left of my heart."

I pushed my blade against his throat, watching silently as he froze.
But the look in his eyes told me he didn't think I'd do it.

"Should have been more careful. But I messed up too. I forgot- Even players can be played."

I pushed the knife farther, until a line of blood appeared. I pushed harder, the line thickened and he started choking for air.

He struggled, fiercely now. But it was in vain.

"Goodbye, mi amour." I whispered, leaning close.

I pushed the knife all the way through his windpipe, then stood, leaving one of my favorite steak knives lodged in his throat, and walked away.

I hope the police catch me.

I hope I get put on death row.

I'm sorry.

I'm not sorry.

I hope they kill me.