The unaccepted third wheel

TW: Blood, killing, weapons, strong content
Some mistakes are better to stay mistakes. Who would I be after this? How do I call myself a human after doing all this bad to the two people who saved me from the strong world, the two who saved my life not once, not twice but three times. I'm tired of love, tired of friends, tired of this life. But it feels so good to have all this red in my hands, their red sticky hot blood. Who knew I would end up like this. They deserve it all and even more.