stained ;; myg

eleven;;

hey,

i want to make a choice.

i want to be in the good side. i don't want to be in the bad side anymore.

i want you to finally see me as "normal." but that's a bit hard. too hard. but i can manage. i can manage anything when it comes to you.

but for you to see me as a normal person and not a killer.

i need you to hate me more.

to despise me a little bit more.

and for you wanting to kill me instead of me wanting to kill you.

but, in the end, i'm sure that you'd be able to tell me that you finally love me.

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"hey," she greeted. "i'm going somewhere tomorrow," she stated. "where?" i asked. "somewhere secret," she answered and winked at me. "are you gonna kill another person again?" i asked, seriously. "maybe," she shrugged. "giyeon," i said sternly. she laughed, and i somehow smiled a bit.

"chill, i'm not."

i surely hope she's not lying.

or i'll never forgive her.

"i actually met you when you were sitting on a bench at the park, you were reading a book," she stated. "i actually thought, what a beautiful being he is," she continued. "but my twisted mind is freaking... just... frustrating that i thought, wow, i would like to see him scream out in pain as i press the blade on your white skin."

"my eyes were clouded with sadistic pleasure of hearing the screams of pain when i slowly kill them," she continued. "and i hated myself because of that. i hated myself because of everything i did. i once believed that it wasn't me, but it is me."

"and there came the point when i just embraced it," she added, holding back her tears.

and all of a sudden, she stood up,

and,

left.

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a/n;
ha! you tHOUGHT. HAHAHA.

ok bye.