Do I love you more or the blood? That's the question that's always been on my mind since the first time I saw your face, why are you here? Are you here for me? What is wrong with me? It's fine, I now get it, you are here for me, I will get the love from you, you will love me I know that, I just can't control myself whenever I see you, is it the love? Do I really love you? Yes I love you but you are not safe here, you need someone, someone who can protect you and I am the one, I will protect you no matter what even if it means killing someone!!!!
I can see a smile on her face, I can hear her chuckling, I can hear the splash sound, the knife going inside someone, it's inside me, my mother has stabbed me, why? I can't breathe now, I gasp, gasp for breath, I am dying, she's still smiling,
