The Good Boy

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I will never love again.

"I really did not want it to go this far." He said, cleaning the blood off his knife. I sat in the corner. She wasn't dead, no, just injured. That was what gave me hope.

"I-I don't understand.. you were such a great friend... I trusted you." I cried out. I was warned about him, so many times. At first I was cautious, then I made the mistake of trusting him, thinking he was not all that bad.

I am so sorry for that.

He shrugged, casually. "You should have dated me or something. I really did like you." He turned his head around. "Eh, I'll get over you."

He started to make his way towards me, each step got louder and louder, my heart beat got faster and faster, and my body felt heavier and heavier. I couldn't run, there was nowhere to go. It ends here. I shut my eyes tight, when suddenly, the footsteps stopped. I heard a loud vomit or choke sound, over and over until it was silence, and nothing but the sound of someone being stabbed, over and over and over was what was left.

Make it stop! My hands moved against each my ears in hopes of blocking out the horrible noise, however, I was unsuccessful. I opened one eye, then the other, and the last thing I see is this kind, caring boy, carving drawings in his sister's chest with a large knife, as he hummed the tune of her favourite song. Blood, flesh, gore, all around and a wicked pleasure in his eyes. I could not make a sound, as I simply watched in fear, my eyes glued to this horrific image. He finished off and then stood up. He looked at me and gave me a crooked grin.

"What kind of tattoo would you like?" He said, laughing. He grabbed my arm roughly. My eyes widened and I couldn't keep my balance. I was about to scream when he clasped his hand over my mouth and simply made a 'shh' sound, then he covered my eyes and dragged me along to wherever his murderous chamber may be.

It ends here.

It ends here.

It ends here.

That was the only thing repeating in my mind. Over and over, driving me to insanity, just like him.

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I'm sorry that for some reason I can't fit this in the actual description slot, but I'd rather make you read a better one than one that simply fits in that slot.

Anyway, this will probably be the only ever Author's Note that I will do unless it's important.

Read on.