9I clutch my knife, my palms drenched in sweat. I was scared, yet, ready. When I thought of you, my anger began to boil. I wanted nothing less then death. You said no. You may hate me. But that will be over soon. You will be buried in six feet of dirt.
I have always loved you.
I still remember the day we met. You had a glow about you. Your face was so full of pride. At that moment I loved you. I obsessed over you. I could never fall in love. I was already in love with you. We had known each other for five years when I asked you to marry me. I dropped to my knees and pleaded for your love. I told you that there will be no other woman in my life.
And you rejected me.
You threw me away, like I was some piece of trash. After that, I became even more obsessed with you. Remember when you thought you were being followed?
That was me.
I loved to watch your every move, to see everything you did. Because everything you did was perfect. Everything about you is perfect. I would dream about you. I imagined what it would be like if you were mine. I imagined what our children would be like. I imagined what it would be like to share life with you, to have you in my arms until the day we die. But I couldn't have that. For you liked me as a "friend". You don't love me the way I love you. You don't want to share your life with me. What would life be like if we didn't have each other? Please. Tell me that. Then, you fell in love with HIM.
My best friend.
My dead best friend.
When I saw you, you two would be holding hands. His arm around you. I felt hate rise. That was supposed to be me... and you knew that. Then he asked you to marry you. He fell on his knees and pled for your love. And you said yes. You chose him over me. What does he have that I don't. For the next few months, I watched in jealousy as you prepared for the wedding. I accepted to be his best man, even though I despised him. You wanted that wedding so badly. Too bad you never got it. When you got engaged, I became obsessed with you even more. I had your picture on my nightstand. It helped me fall asleep. It helped me form a plan. I couldn't go for a hour without thinking about you. I wanted to, but couldn't. I was mesmerized by your glow. The glow that got me into this mess in the first place.
So here I am. Walking down your hallway. Your dear fiancé was already dead, my knife stained with his blood. He took the only one I loved. But I don't let things like this happen easily. He will never have you. No one will ever have you, because I won't. You were asleep. Dreaming of your wedding tomorrow.
Little did you know that your life is over. When I saw your face, my anger coiled, like a snake. Ready to lash out when the time is right. I shook you awake. You looked up with me with questioning eyes, and I fell in love with you all over again. But I knew what was right, so I grabbed you by the throat. You screamed out in terror, but I managed to ignore you, even if it pained me to do so. I made your death slow. So you could realize what the pain you put me through felt like. I cut your arms slowly and you screamed out, trying to breathe, for my hand was clasped around your neck. I felt your warm blood, dripping down onto your white nightgown. You watched it in shock. I told you that I loved you, and you left me. Then I stabbed you in your chest, my hand covered with your warm, crimson blood. You shrieked, trembling in pain. I stood there, waiting with that knife dug into your skin, waiting for death to pass you. Your entire body staggered back, in one last try to break free. Then you were quiet, your body full of a deadly silence. I felt the last wave of life leave your body, dropping you to the floor with a hollow thud. I stood there, feeling a rush of relief.
I then began to panic. I wasn't safe anywhere. The police would be after me. I stared at your body and realized how much I loved you. I needed to be with you and I needed to tell you the reason for my crimes. I breathed one last time. Then plunged the knife into my chest. I felt my body shake with pain, but I still kept the knife where it was. I staggered back, then fell to the floor. I lay there for what seemed like hours, waiting for death to come. All I could think of was you, even in the last moments of my life. I felt the last wave of life leave my body.
And I left this world, a deadly silence filling my body.