Bloody Little Stories

The Heart Shaped Dagger

It was a warm summer afternoon around five or six. We were sitting on the couch, he had his arm around me and I was snuggled close to him, it was just like every other afternoon. All was quiet except for the television. A few minutes into the show we were watching, he looked down at me and I looked up at him and we locked eyes, I loved him, he was all I would ever need, all I would ever want. He was the reason I was alive.

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it as if deciding against it. He shifted our bodies so that he could get a better view of me, he tightened his grip around my shoulder and I felt his hand go on my thigh. He did this often. Next would come an ,"I love you so much," and then he would lean in for a passionate kiss, and, as usual, I would love every second of it.

Tonight was different though. He looked me in the eyes, and opened his mouth, then said "Sweetie, I have to tell you something," he paused and grinned. I thought he was trying to tease me a little, he loved to tease me a lot. He continued to look down at me and grin, and then he continued.

"I have to tell you that..." He hesitated, as if choosing his words care full, "well, that I cheated on you."

His words left me with only a slight pain. He was just joking. He always jokes around with stuff like that, just to get to me sometimes, maybe he's just checking to see if I care, I looked into his face for a hint of something that showed that, and I found nothing, just an sick and twisted smile, he looked off in the distance, as if he were remembering something, then he looked down at me again.

"Hey, do y'wanna know what? I'm not even sorry!"

I felt like my whole world had just fallen apart within a split second, his words hurt me more than anything I'd ever felt before, in fact it sorta felt as is something- or someone- had pierced my heart, I couldn't breath, I couldn't move. Then all of a sudden,  I felt a warm, thick liquid trail down my chest and down stomach. I looked down and saw a black dagger with a blood-red heart on the handle sticking into my chest. I had tears flowing down my face as my blood flowed down my body. I looked up to see his face and couldn't stop my tears from becoming a torrential downpour that slightly blurred my vision. Even though my vision was a little blurred, I could still see him looking down at me. Grinning. Laughing. And his face was the last thing I saw before it all went black.