“Look at me...” I struggle to turn my head. The room grew cold, and thick. To think the last person I’ll see is a girl I ruined, degraded, used, belittled, manipulated. As all those moments flashback I can’t help but smile as I watch a tear fall from her eyes. Oh how I get so excited to see her upset, what a sweet sight to witness.
“I can’t believe I let myself fall in love with someone like you, someone so…” I watch her search for her word as she stares back at me. It’s her fault anyways, she should have known better. No one told her to believe every I love you I whispered or every ‘comforting’ kiss I gave. No one told her to be so pathetic that even on my deathbed, I still have every inch of her under my control.
“I hope you know that once I’m gone, you’ll be useless,” I cough up, watching her lip quiver as I smirk.
“No one will love you like I ever will, no one will ever see you for anything but the whore body your shitty personality dwells in, you are nothing without-”
“Shut up!” She yelled, and I laughed. And I laughed. And I cackled. My eyes started to water as I watched her wrap her hands around my throat. Each tightening squeeze makes my lips part wider. As everything starts to fade, I admit, I did love her. I loved every time I yelled. I loved her when I hit her. I loved her when she cried. I even loved her when she was begging me to stop. I loved hurting her. I’ve never been so in love with someone so much that I waste my time pretending to care. And I love the fact that when everything goes black, she’ll be sitting in a jail cell, Thinking of me.
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