“I want you to know, even at my cruelest, I’m just doing it out of desperation. I need you to love me, and I don’t know how else to do it.”
I was swaying about in the darkness. I had to open my eyes. I had to let the light in. It was so hard. Why did have to be so hard? They’re just eyelids. I had been able to move them without a thought before. Now it was like trying to keep iron shutters from coming down.
One. Two. Three. Go.
With a concentrated effort, I fought against the muscles that had been designed to aid me, and I succeeded. Everything was so blurry. It didn’t help that I had slight tremors coursing through my body as well.
I looked up and saw his face. It was scrunched with many emotions. Sadness in his eyes, a desperate smile on his lips.
“Please, love me.”
I looked down, and sure enough there was a black handle jutting out of my abdomen. I knew it was the kitchen knife I had seen in his hands earlier. I could feel the vomit rising to my lips. I didn’t know what to do.
I closed my eyes.