Love and death 18+

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Next thing I know the doctors and nurses are piling out of his room and they were all looking to the ground and my heart dropped. I ran up to the main doctor and asked what happened.
"I'm sorry jace... there was nothing we could do.... Aiden's gone." Right there..with that sentence... I knew...my life was over. I started walking backwards almost Tripping but my mom caught me, tears started falling out one by one as I looked her in the eyes. She grabbed ahold of me and hugged me tight as I started scream-crying. This can't be happening... this just can't...
After I couldn't cry anymore I felt so numb and didn't know what to do. My mom was talking to the doctor as I stood behind her. The doctor said that the driver paid both of the hospital bills and wrote down his information. A couple days later and I haven't moved from my bed other than to go to the bathroom. We got a check in the mail from the guys company offering to pay for funeral services and extra for the damage. No amount money would fix what's been damaged.
I had to go and 'collect ' his body from the morgue so we could burry him.
"What do you mean i can't have his body? He's my boyfriend!"
"I'm sorry sir but only family members can claim his body."
"His family disowned him in the only fucking family he has!"
"I'm sorry sir there's no other way I can let you take him unless you were married to him." I had to leave because rage was boiling in my blood and I would've done something bad to him. I went to his parents house and started screaming and banging on their door and windows telling them what happened and how much of an asshole all of them are. No one answered still.. I waited and waited.
I even slept outside on their porch but no one came out. I gave up on them and went to the court house to see if there was some way I could get his body so I could give him a funeral... there was nothing I could do...
About two days later his step sister came to my house and told me she had been adopted into the family so she'd go to the morgue and claim his body for me. She told me he didn't deserve the hand he had been dealt and the way he was treated by the rest of the family. We got his body and held the funeral the day after.
When people were walking up to hug me and say they were sorry for my loss i heard a familiar voice and something inside me snapped. I looked up at the man before me with an expression of pure hate. He was the drunk driver... he was the one who killed my boyfriend... and he would surely pay. He stayed after the funeral and I asked him if he had any kids or a wife or some sort of family. Nope not even a girlfriend and he was an only child. his parents died about 10 years ago; He was completely alone and didn't seem to mind it. A sadistic smile came about my face when I found out he was completely alone..... that would make it a perfect crime... no family to mourn for him.
When he left the funeral I followed after him and found out he lived in the area. I went home and thought out the details of what to do. I did some research and apparently this isn't the first time this guy has drunk driven into people.... I stayed up all night watching dexter and knew exactly what to do and where to do it.
I went out and bought a bunch of plastic and told people I was painting walls. I went to this factory that's been abandoned for over 50 years and went inside to the basement and set up plastic all around. I went all out on mimicking what dexter does when he kills a victim, except I plan on more torture before ending him.
I stalked the guy for three days making sure I knew his every move before taking action. Once he got home he would go to the bathroom and shower then air dry in his bedroom with his eyes shut. I snuck into his house making sure to wear gloves so I wouldn't leave any finger prints and wore a tight hat so my hair wouldn't leave behind any evidence. I waited 20 minutes after the shower shut off to sneak into his room. His eyes were shut so I quickly plunged the syringe into his neck while covering his mouth incase he made any noises.
I took him to the factory and waited for him to wake up. I hung pictures of 8 people. He only killed Aiden and an 8 year old girl name Elizabeth, but he killed her family and me on the inside. I wanted him to see all of his victims before he died. When he woke up he started freaking out and saying he was sorry.
"Sorry can't bring Elizabeth and Aiden back now can it?" I sliced into his cheek and he screamed all I could do was smile. He kept screaming, begging for me to let him go but his screams fueled my fire. I started slicing into different parts of his body. I broke his fingers after pulling off his nails. He passed out from the pain so I waited for him to wake up again and started digging my fingers into those cuts I made.
I could physically feel his muscles tighten on the inside. He passed out again then woke back up. I started getting bored when he kept passing out so I just ended it. I took a melon knife to his neck and swiftly decapitated him. I took his head by his hair and held it up.
"Well you were no fun." I poked his cheek then set his head back on the metal table. I got the saw out and started slicing up his body to fit in garbage bags only difference is-is that I'm not hiding them no.. they are going to be scattered around his yard and his head is going to be sitting upright on a stake Vlad style at the front of his yard.
I did just that then I went to the woods in mine and Aiden's favorite place and offed myself. I hung myself from our old tree house from grade school. It was the place I first realized I was In love with him. Then there was nothing but darkness... no pain.. no suffering... just an endless, Peaceful, dark.