PERVERSE RECOLLECTIONS OF DARK COMEDIES AND WHITE LIES

P R O L O G U E

P R O L O G U E

my knife wanted to see her bleed. and so did i..
bleed like the rain that fell down on my skin. bleed like the tears that ran across my face.
and i wanted to give her more than what she deserved that night..
she earned it when she burned me down..

her black dress licking up the blood on her pale, ashen skin as thick streaks of crimson splattered across the canvas..
..and she was the artwork. and she was the love of my life. and she was my everything. she was my all. and she was the death of me. and i was the death of her.
she was a knife in my back...and that night was her turn to feel the blade's receiving end.

i take the knife out of her skull. i feel the insides of her head tearing slowly apart as she did to my heart.
i kiss the blade with my lips and cleaned off the stain of her blood. i see my reflection on her blood as it slowly glided on the smooth marble floor. there was not a sound... dead silence...

..just like how my room was when i found out.

but no matter how hard i tried...i couldnt resist her face. she kept calling out to me. her soft voice licking my ear from the inside.. "Johnny..Johnny." and i just couldnt let her sweet innocent face go..

..so i took it with me.