Suicidal Love

"Stop!" I yelled. He was trying to pull off my shirt, kissing me up and down. I didn't feel a thing, I just wanted him off of me.

"C'mon babe, it ain't all bad." He whispered in my ear, I cringed at his raspy voice. We stood outside inside a dark alley, there was no one near, so I couldn't yell for a rescue. I tried to figure out ways to escape. His hands started to travel lowers down to my shorts, I wanted to scream. I looked around. I saw a dumpster, and a knife. The only thing I thought of was murder. I couldn't get out of this any other way, and he deserved to be dead... right? I reached for the knife, still being stripped down. I grabbed hold of the knife and took a deep breath. I had to do it, I wouldn't get raped. Before I could tell myself no, The knife was already midway through his back. He screamed and whimpered, I was frozen.

How did I just...

I took his bleeding body, threw it into the dumpster, and pulled the knife out. I grabbed my purse and threw the knife in, My hands were all bloody. Fuck.

I ran to my car down the street and got inside.

Oh my god.

I'm a murderer.

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