oneshots | diza

failure

the car begins to slow down, until it comes to a full stop. luckily for us, i'd pulled over, not wanting to cause a crash. lizas once joyful eyes, become large and full of anger. she'd told me to get gas, but i forgot. i bite my lower lip in fear, feeling like the world was going to explode, once her anger finally bubbled up into an explosion. her normal brows lower, as she bites her lip. "got fucking damnit," she started with, taking in a deep breath as she did, trying to calm herself. "i told you to get fucking gas!" i lowered my eyes to my lap, i messed up. "sorry." i whispered, "sorry?" she questioned, cocking a brow, "sorry isn't going to fucking cut it! you're such a fucking failure!" she never used such colorful language that much in one sentence, i look at her. her eyebrows raised so high, that they're visible behind her thick glasses, her eyes wide and filled with pure hatred. hatred, she hated me? for not getting gas? "why are you so angry? there's a gas station up the street." i told her, "i'm not mad about the gas," she took in a sharp breath, "i'm mad because i've married a fucking failure." my vision became blurry with tears, as she'd just told me, her husband, that i was a failure.

i bite my lip, looking at her my eyes full of fear because of her next actions. 

she pulls something out of her pocket, and between her fingers was a pocket knife. "babe, babe think about this. think about what you're doing!" i told her, "oh i thought, long and fucking hard. i've thought about how horrible of a partner you are!" she screamed, all this because of gas? no, it has to be something else. my eyes went wide when i felt sharp clod metal come in contact with my neck, "good you have tinted windows." she whispered, before shoving the knife deeper, cutting my skin. small circles of blood began to appear where the cut was made, then an immense amount of blood began to spew from my neck. she was ruthless, i could tell by the smirk placed on her lips. she watched me bleed out, choke on my blood, vomit it up. she cackled with laughter as she watched tears appear in my eyes. she watched me shake and cry until i died. my own wife, the woman i dated for 10 years, the person i asked to marry me 4 years ago, the girl who i fell in love with the day i met her, fucking killed me. 

i was pulled from my trance by my wife yelling at me to wake up. 

a/n

lmao ya'll should know me by now. but i'm back, i'll be posting another chapter on tuesday (next tuesday)