Twisted
I lick my lips for the fourth time as I grab onto the skin beneath my skin and pull. The skin moves with my grip and pinches together hard and tight. I can almost hear the nerves in my fingers screaming as I sink my nails deeper and deeper. She’s here. She is standing in the same room as me right now this very second. Most would assume she’s just another face with regular calm feature with a button shaped nose and small dry lips. But she’s no ordinary human. She’s the reason for my destruction, for my pain, for everything. And where my proof? It’s on her left finger.
The diamond on her ring is big, much bigger than mine was when Alfred got down on one knee in front of me. It’s clearly more expensive and easier to see from a mile away. She took him from me. She stole him from my grip when I had him. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together but she took him from me.
I feel the blood escaping my fingers and I gently put my hands to my side the blood covering the sides of my clothes, staining them with it’s red liquid. I breathe in and out deciding not to jump the women and strangle her to till I see the air leave her lungs and the life leave her eyes. Of course this was a beautiful thought, but I told the voice to go away, I wasn’t going to kill her, I was just going to make her wish I had.