I told her. I told her how much it meant to me and yet here I lay, watching her burn it, my journal. All my life and ideas were in there, everything that made me feel human was gone because of her. I managed to stand on my shaky bruised legs, pain shot through my beaten legs. Blood started to quickly leak from the cuts. There was blood, cuts and bruises everywhere on me. My body was screaming in pain even though I let out a small grunt as I stood up. I knew i didn't have long until I would pass out or even die, from blood loss. I grabbed the overly large axe and swung it at the back of Erin's head. the blade sunk into the part of her neck where it met the head, leaving her immobilised and began to hack at her back, legs and arms. I felt every swing go into her like butter. She shrieked in pain as I hacked.
The shrieking soon stopped, her blood was flowing out of her like a river, out of her body and into a pool. She was somehow still breathing, I lined myself up with her neck and said "This is what you deserve you son of a bitch!" And swung down as hard as I could muster. Her head came clean off.
