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Loved ones don't leave

I'm starting to really question if there is something very wrong with me. Enjoy!

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"No! No! Please don't do this!" I cut her cries, burying my knife in her throat. Red liquid splashes from the opening and I watch at she drowns on her own blood, unable to scream any longer.Her body goes limb and she falls on the floor, still struggling to breathe. Her face turns white, opposite to the red poodle around us as she holds the wound on her neck, still fighting for life. 

Pathetic.

I crouch next to her, brushing her soft curls with my fingers. She looks at me, not a trace of the love she felt for me in her eyes, all replaced with hate.

She got too close, I warned her.

"Shh, shh. Baby, don't struggle no more." I tell her smiling lightly.

"I hate you." She mouths, unable to pronounce in as her lungs start to fill with her own blood. Her words anger me.

"I told you I couldn't be fixed, I told you." I mutter, fisting her hair and getting her face next to mine. "I'm sorry this had to end this way." I whisper before pecking her lips.

I lay her head on my lap as I wait for her to stop bleeding, to stop moving, knowing all too well a body with too much blood left is harder to clear.

I wait a few more minutes, even after she stops fighting to get her life back. She took longer than they normally take, meaning that part of the blood would had dried up and will be harder to clean.

I gently pick her up and place her in the white bag. I always thought black was too gloomy. They should be worshiped for their efforts. I kiss her lips one last time before closing the bag and leaving her on the truck.

Cleaning the blood is always the most boring part, but also the most crucial one. I check the room with the black light once last time as well as my body, making sure there isn't a trace of her on my body or my clean clothes. Besides the lock of hair hanging on my neck.

As much as I hate it I need to get them off my body as soon as possible, I can't have evidence incriminating me. I pack everything up and get in the truck, driving off to my home.

"You're going to love it." I tell her. "It's the cabin I took you to last month, remember? The one in the woods? Anyways, I told you I took everyone that had ever loved me to that place, I forgot to mention that day that I also leave them there. But don't worry, you're going to love it." I smile widely as I think of everyone who is going to greet us when we arrive.

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"Mom, stop. You're hurting me." I begged her holding my broken arm.

"Sweetheart, I love you, this is love. You get hurt when people leave, like the coward of your father. That's why you can't let anyone you love leave. Remember that, ok?" She tought me lifting my chin. I nodded and she smiled.

Just as she taught me I never allow anyone leave, but I gave them all a warning when I felt I was starting to get feelings for them, a last chance to leave before it was too late.

Mom wanted to leave me and go with her new boyfriend, so I did what she had taught me years prior. The boyfriend was an obstacle in our relationship, so I got rid of him.

"Mom! I'm home!" I announce walking closer to the cabin. "Remember Jess? She's staying with us from now on, how does that sound?" I place my girlfriend in her new room. "We had a little argument before coming here, but it's all good now. Isn't it, Jess?" I smile at her white face, her eyes closed and sleeping peacefully.

"I'm sorry I had to bring you here like this, but I couldn't afford to let you go, you understand, right?" I stroke her cheek one last time before covering her ever sleeping body with a blanket of dirt.

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You know you're a wattpad writer when you don't publish on time, although to be honest I don't think anyone reads this.

Similar to 'Your eyes' this is about a toxic person. My goal right now is to experiment with the point of view of different things and people whose views are generally not seen. I'm not turning them into good guys, just trying to understand their reasoning for myself. I'm currently experimenting as a writer.

The next will probably be about nature. :)