To think, we were best friends just three days ago. She was the one I trusted more than anything. I used to even trust her with my life. But the cuts on my skin say otherwise now. She was in love with my fiance. She kidnapped me three days before my wedding. She tortured me using spikes to impale my skin, taking knives to my wrist. But now I have the upper hand. I maybe be beaten but I have determination. So here I stand in front of her today. I look at her.
"Why would you do this to me?"
"I loved him first and you took him away."
"You pushed me to him!"
"You deserved to die."
That was it. I snapped and she was dead.
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