I'll Make You Want To Kill Me

3

Months passed.

Stephano was cheating on his girlfriend with me.

It was his dream come true.

"Do you love Paula?"

"Yeah.", he said opening the jar for me.

"You're lying."

"Yeah."

Stephano was interesting, he always amused me.

That's why I never stopped hurting him.

He was sick and so was I.

We were the worst combination that could've existed.

We both shouldn't have been born.

I was bored, I didn't mind dying any day. I wanted something exciting.

Stephano provided me with a reason to live.

But Stephan wasn't exciting. He was dangerous.

To me, it was the same... Until it wasn't.

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"What was in the drink, Stephano?", I cried walking towards him wobbling.

He remained calm and stared at me.

Again the cat and the mice feeling.

"Why did you slept with him, Ivy?"

"So that's the reason?" I smiled "You sleep with Paula. What's the deal?"

"Why did you slept with him, Ivy?"

I grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"Because I can't stand you. You're sick... And horrible, and disgusting. When I see you I want to die.", I kissed his cheek.

He pushed me and I fell on the floor.

I saw everything blurry.

"You will die, Ivy.", he scattered pills all over me.

"No... No...!", I cried.

He's gonna make it look like a suicide.

" You're a mistake. This is for the best, yada, yada", he smiled. "You should've killed me when you had the chance. I'm sorry for killing you, goodbye."

"Stephano..."

And I closed my eyes.

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I always thought I didn't mind dying. But I was wrong.

Here I am, struggling to live.

I loved to push him to the edge.
It was easy. It was entertaining.
Stephano was unstable.
And he kissed the floor I walked by.

It was too easy.

And I took it too far.
Having a person's life depending on you is such a crazy thing to experience.

I wanted to hurt him and now I'm dying.

Stephano worshiped me.

And that's the reason he could've never been happy with me, even though he was convinced it was the only way for him to survive and to feel normal.

He had to have me.

I had to have him.

Sigh.. when did I got so twisted?

In the beginning, it was just curiosity.

Then, I wanted to play with him.

I got drunk in power.

I wanted to mess him up as much as I wanted. To my heart's content.
Because I knew he would give me a good reaction and even better, he would still kiss my feet.