“Backstabbing bitch…I’ll cut your throat open, I’ll make you choke on your God damn blood!”

He screams at the top of his lungs, chasing her down the stairs, towards the back door. His knife gripped tightly in his hands, there will be no second chance.

No not this time, this time he’s gone mad. He’s gone psychotic on her now, the pain unbearable, unstandable.

His eyes wide, bloodshot, puffy, pale, skinny and unhinged. This sour taste of betrayal, of being stabbed in the back over and over.

“Darling, come on please. Stop running, you fucking fat bitch! You won’t escape, you know that best, so fucking stop running, using those burned legs of yours! Or this will be your dance to hell!!”

He latched onto her shoulder but she quickly grabbed his hand and shove it against the wall, tears running, screams short before coming. Wide, scared eyes. Her breath shaky, her hands weakly, numb, blood running down her wrists. She keeps running, gunning for an end.

Her mind running, her hair waving with the wind as the door was kicked open. She was only able to grab a umbrella. No shoes, barefoot.

His eyes locked on her, grabs boots and puts them on while running, taking every advantage. Almost stumbling with the boots stumbling over his feet. Then, a tight grip followed, running with full force.

All while she ran, screaming, her voice dung in the endless silent. Black streets, no life seen.

“FUCKING BITCH!! You shouldn’t have lied, weighting me in safety ? Oh fuck no ! Never again, I won’t be voting for you this time. Oh how I wanna hear your screams, scratching tones coming out when I peel off your skin.”

He had a sadistic smile as his footsteps follow hers. Oh why was there no one, why didn’t anyone help. This will be her blood bath. Only because she was at the rose shop…on a Tuesday.

Never was the life the same, oh what a shame. Her eyes locked with his back then. And there was it, the love they held for each other. How true it sounded for months.

But all fairytales have ends, this ones is over soon enough.

The red it will be covered in, just because of the flags she wasn’t able to uncover, what a s shudder.

Her body soon be found cold, laying in a garden of roses. Her mind twisting, as she thought about his threat. To be buried in the a garden…

“NO ! NO ! I won’t be yours to toy with. I won’t be held back while, I just wanted peace. I swear, how shall I tear…for you I did it all!”

She ran while memories fill her mind, seeing the happy days, then the blue,purple and red ones. The pain real, the love bruised. Her lover cursed, cursed to be her pains men. To be the one who shall end her, her peaceful life,Her restful nights.

**And suddenly, click, replay, reboot. **

****

She fell, a bump, a smile, then tears. Screams, dying, the knife stuck in her back, over and over, to be sure she won’t stand up. Disabled, unrecognizable.

“No one shall ever know who you were…your outside is the biggest lie honey. You shouldn’t stab people in the back…not with a letter baby.”

He turned her shivering body around, her eyes dilated. His knife carving over her skin. Like he promised, skin tore off. Her eyes closed, squeezed shut. Her life a replay, a reboot, a restart…or all a lie.

No screams be heard. Only his cries and laughs. His voice cracking as he laughed maniacally while tearing off her skin. Off with her cut open wrists.

“Oh why she’s so perfect even like this…I’ll make sure that no one wants you baby. You won’t ever be a bitch again sweetheart. Keep that hopeless look forever, for me my girl…”

She coughs, blood spilling even more.

“I-I’m..I’m sorry love, I-…I got scared of…your domestic violence, your..y-your threats…”

The backstabbing bitch, going down, sirens rung, lights shone, red,blue,red,blue,red,blue. Tears rolling down his cheeks, realizing what he’s done…

So there he sits, feeling her body drain from warmth. Holding her hand, crying.

_It all ends, quietly_