Murder is love

Murder is love

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I had always wonder what it was like to kill a person or two but I knew I couldn't get away with it alone... But I knew I had to try but of course my target wasn't where I expected and caught me beside the blue house with white roses out front it was lovely he tried to take the butcher knife out of my hand I jerked away trying to become free and I cut his hand the blood hit my cheek. Yet he continued to try to take the knife from me, I kick his knee and started running to escape when I noticed the once white roses are now splattered with red. I knew then I needed to make a plan and think it out or I was gonna get caught that was not going to happen. I knew he already called the cops but I Couldn't help feel the rush I wanted to try again this time I won't get caught I won't have to run away I could possibly have fun with it.
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"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

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