#WritcoStoryChallenge
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. My stomach was aching, as if I've been laughing so hard and I was out of breath. My cheeks felt hot and I was smiling.

With eyes blown wide in fear, I dropped the knife hastily. The sound of it cluttering on the tiled floor was almost defeaning. There was this panic brewing inside of me and my breathing became heavier, as my gaze fell onto a figure under me. I realized I was straddling the figure. A bloodied figure, still breathing, and giving me a strange, wide smile even as he was shaking from the pain. There were multiple stab wounds on his abdomen and it was amazing how he could even stay alive.

There were two corpses around us, two of which I could recognize as my friends. I remember now.. He killed them. The two of them.

But...

"S... See?" His voice was raspy and I could tell it took a lot of his energy just to say one word, "I... I was right, d-darling..." I could only stare at my boyfriend in horror as he grinned wider. His eyes felt as if they were laughing at me.

"I am... a monster... but now you're one t-too..." he took one last breathe before slumping over and I could only sit there in silence and growing horror as the sound of sirens pierced my eardrums.

I killed a monster.

But in the process, have I become one too?