I maliciously ripped the shard of glass through her throat.
I dropped the object from my hand, where it fell to the floor with a small clang, soaking the lime carpet with thick, oozing, red blood.
All that was heard was her attempts at catching her breath, and the scraping of her nails on the floor, trying to drag her dying body away from the insane murderer.
I smiled viciously, and stamped down on the wound in her stomach, where I had stabbed her earlier.
She winced and fell to the floor, defeated.
I laughed, contemplating on what to do next.
I couldn't leave now, it was way too much fun. Watching a hepless low-life trying to escape me.
She was pathetic, and I had every reason for doing what I was doing.
"Do you feel special now?"
She coughed, grimacing at the pain it made, due to her throat wound.
"Please.." Was all she could manage.
I snickered at her.
"I told you to keep away from him, and look what happened. You're pathetic."
"No. It's too late."
With that, I picked up another piece of the shattered mirror and jammed it into her another time, twisting it then pulling it out quickly.
Her eyes widened, her whole body stiffened then fell to the floor, and lay in an unconscious, bloody heap.
I watched her dead eyes stare right ahead of her, looking but not seeing.
Blood stained my white dress and hands.
I like this feeling. Walking away from a murder. I felt pride, as always.
Because this wasn't the first time someone tried to take him from me.
There were many before her. But She was definitely the worst. The stupid whore.
I roam the earth and kill all his lovers. Till the day he realises I'm his one and only.
Just because I'm a ghost, and he's alive, doesn't mean girls can parade themselves at him all the time. He will love me, forever.