Tw, blade

I don’t know why, I just couldn’t help myself.

I was just.. so full of hate.

My fingers traced her protruding lips.

She, she who had made the last years of my life hell.

She who had gone out of her way to make me feel like nothing.

She who now, had a knife to her throat.

The last few years, I’ve been humiliated, shouted at, pushed, hit, kicked, shoved, judged.

And now here she is, surprised that I’ve lost my mind.

The Adrenaline, it was running through me furiously, through every artery and vein in me.

My face burning with rage, hot enough to fry an egg.

I press the blade in deeper, piercing her skin.

She lets out a yell in agony, her hands firmly gripped the chair I forced her in.


I ignore her remark, the blade still pressed against her

Silence engulfs us for a minute.

But then she speaks, breaking it.

“Really, playing the silent game huh?

So, What do you want with me?


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