stained ;; myg

thirteen;;

hey,

i want you to follow my plans, alright? don't ruin it for me.

get your phone and call the cops for me, please? tell them that you found me, tell them that i'm the killer, the murderer, the suspect, okay?

i don't care if you hate me right now. in fact, that's the only thing i expected you to feel.

hatred and the feeling of betrayal towards me.

and i know you're hurting right now, but sooner or later, you wouldn't feel that kind of feeling anymore.

i promise you, okay?

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"hey," she greeted. she was stained with red liquid, which i am guessing, was blood. i looked at her with pure anger and hatred in my eyes. i went up to her and slapped her. "ouch, that hurt," she laughed, i can sense the sadness within it. "i hope you feel fucking great killing my parents and all."

i love her,

but, i hate her so much more.

i can see the hatred in your eyes.

just hate me all you want.

i held up my phone and dialed a number, where everything finally ends. if i should've done this earlier, my family wouldn't have died. "hey, uh, yes, i just found the suspect. uh yeah, the murderer who's been killing people all these months. yeah, okay. i've got her all tied up, don't worry," i ended the call.

she just stood there, smiling sadly. she sat down my bed. staining my white sheets with red blood. just like how she is, pure, yet at the same time, so messed up. she's so... stained. "so, this is the end, huh?" i just looked at her with dull eyes. "it was nice meeting you, yoongi," she closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

"hope to see you again," she said.

"hope not," i said.

and she looked at me smiling, with tears in her eyes.