𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 - 𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨

revenge

tyler opens the door to his apartment and i step in. he closes the door behind him. i hear a lock click. shit.

"didn't think you'd actually come to be fair" he says, turning to face me.

"i wanted to hear this apology for myself" i actually did, i don't think he's said sorry and meant it his whole life.

"do you remember when we made that pact? it was the first night at our new place on the balcony. we promised each other that on your 25th birthday we would both kill ourselves so we could be together forever. did that seriously mean nothing to you?

why did you run away from me synthia? we were supposed to do this life bullshit together. do you know how long i've spent tracking you down? i would fucking kill you right now but your new little friends have probably heard all about me." he says gritting his teeth.

"you're such an attention seeker, trying to make yourself the victim when you know who the victim really is. you left me. you hurt me thea. i'll never forgive you for that." he starts pacing the hallway.

"you know what i'll never understand? how easily you left me. like i didn't mean anything to you at all? are you even fucking human? no you're literally a psychopath. do you even feel anything? did you even love me?" he stops and takes a breath.

i take the knife out of my pocket and slam him against the wall, holding it to his neck.

"i cannot believe the bullshit that comes out of your mouth sometimes" i say calmly.

i push harder.

"you fucking ruined my life tyler. anything that i am now, you made me that way. i know i'm not a psychopath, because i know one thing i can definitely feel. and thats the purest form of fucking hatred there is for you. i fucking hate you." i push harder as he struggles beneath my grip.

"how does it feel, to be the one scared. because that's what i felt like every time you came home. the shouting, the knives, the threats, the guilt tripping- they all made me scared as shit. do you understand what you did to me?" i'm shouting now.

tyler starts smiling. i push harder. struggling, he starts to speak.

"always knew you would snap one day, go ahead and kill me if you really want. you won't though will you. pussy" he grits through his teeth, still struggling under my grip.

i push harder almost breaking skin, his eyes start to water and he starts to choke.

"if you're dying, it's gonna be slowly."

i turn the knife to the flat side and push harder so his windpipe is blocked and he can't breathe.

the edges of the knife leave little cuts in his skin. he's weak now.

i take away the knife and use my hands, his hands try to push my away but he's too weak.

we make eye contact as the last bits of life slip out of him. i see the colour fade from his eyes and his muscles start to relax. i let go and he falls to the floor.

i don't know whether to laugh or cry. my first instinct is to throw up, i run to find the bathroom, preparing for the wave of nausea that hits me as the  pasta i had earlier comes back up.

i sit on the bathroom floor and catch my breath. i done it. i actually killed him. i fucking killed someone.

but the weird thing is, i don't feel guilty at all.

i love that his last words were 'you won't though will you, pussy'. i smile to myself. i finally stood up for myself.

i look around the bathroom and see a window, i open it to see an empty alleyway below. i start walking back to the body.

i know exactly what to do next. i tie a rope around his neck and tighten it. i think the cuts on his neck could pass for being burns from the rope.

questionable noises escape me as i drag the body to the bathroom. luckily i think his fat body will fit out the window. he's not fat, i was just being bitter.

i tie the end of the rope to the base of the toilet, and then the pipes behind, hoping it can hold his weight, not a fat joke btw.

standing on the toilet seat, i manage to drag half his body onto the sink, and then swing it out the window. i need to be careful no one sees.

i get my phone and scroll past all the missed calls from george and alex. i turn on the camera app, i put it slightly out the window and took a picture to see if anyone was there. nope, no one.

shit. missed calls from george and alex. there was no blood to clean up and no evidence either, my hair was tied up and i had gloves on. there were no footprints on the carpet either as i removed my shoes when i first arrived.

i leave the apartment through the back door, which was just infront of the alleyway my ex boyfriend was currently hanging in.

i start walking back as quickly as possible. once i approach our apartment block, i see george and alex stood outside it. i start walking faster torwards them. george turns around and notices me, then starts walking torwards me too, alex follows.

"what the fuck dylan where the fuck have you been" george says pulling me into a hug.

i can't form a single word.