Bloody little secret

How it all started

It all started when I first met him. His long brown hair that just barely covered his eyes. His dark brown eyes that you could get lost in. His soft kind voice, and his good looks to pull it all together. He was perfect. It was love at first sight, right? Well, that's what I thought anyways. But we would always get into huge fights and throw things at each other. Then we would act like it never happened. After a while it grew old.

But one night, I snapped like never before. I don't know what had gotten into me. It was like a blur. I grabbed a knife and stuck it into him. I did it fast at first. Cutting into him. But then I went slower and slower just watching the life drain from his soft inviting eyes. I thought about what I had done. This "love of my life" dead, in my arms. I got angry and wanted to start screaming out of the pain that my heart felt. I didn't know what I was thinking. What could I do now? He was dead. I killed him.

I looked back and fourth from the bloody blade to my dead lovers body. Blood was everywhere. I couldn't believe it. I had to come up with something to tell the cops. But what? I needed a believable story. Something that would make him look like the bad guy. Then, it hit me.

I would tell this dramatic story on how he was crazy and tried to kill me. I would say that I knew that he would try to hurt me so I was going to leave him. I had to make it look believable. It hurt but I had to make it look like he attacked me first. Like he came in like a mad man and had taken that knife to me.

So I penetrated my skin and gave myself stab wounds deep into my torso. I was clenching my teeth hard so the neighbors wouldn't hear my silent crys of pain as I sliced through my own body with that knife.

I called 911 after I made the crime scene look like what my lie would tell what happened. I talked in my most terrified voice. It sounded believable. It had to. I was not going to get caught in this act of crime I had made.

The ambulance came about 5 minutes later and took me to the emergency room. I had to repeat everything I had told the operator that I was on the phone with. They believed my story. The police, the judge, the jury. Everyone that needed to believe in this lie that I told believed me. I had pulled it off.

His family was devastated but still stood by my side. They thought that I could never hurt a fly. Well, if they knew the truth it would prove them terribly wrong. But nobody suspected a thing. Just as I hoped.

That's how this whole thing started..