⚠️ WARNING: GORE ⚠️
~ The story if fictional only, not real. If you get triggered with blood, murder and things related to those. Please do not read the story and if ever you will, read at your own risk. ~
◇ You have been warned ◇



I would never forget the first man I fell in love with. He is one of the reasons why I'm like this. We were friends ever since elementary, but why... Why would he do such thing to me? But anyways, it doesn't matter anymore. I did what I did - revenge.

He's name was Alex, and we were neighbours when I was living with my grandmother. When I moved to my dad's house, we still chatted since we study in the same school. I've always looked up at him. His brown ashy hair, black gem eyes, thin red lips. He was my dream. A reason why I tried living normal which of course, I regret living normal around him.

I would fake myself, and I would bury the real self with my love for him. From giving him my homework, to almost dying just to save him from a fight in school. At the time, it felt righteous to do such things for the boy I 'love'. But as time passes by, it then felt like I'm continously stabbing myself with a knife that he supposedly deserves. It took me two years to open my eyes....