red is my favourite colour

i didnt kill her on purpose

hii hope you like it is eh

I didn't kill them on purpose..

The Dark, rippling red, pooled beneath me, it was as though the lifeline of a ruby had shattered and melted. As the corpse in front of me gained their spot in heaven I knew, chillingly, a place in hell formed for me. And their body seemed to physically crumble, as life abandoned them so heartlessly. I withdrew the cold blade, and the corpse dropped to the floor. My dear Harry, I never meant harm but the red gashes on my arm showed more pain than the river of velvet red your little friend made at this moment in time.

As the body that once lived now lays in front of me, with the crimson blood falling from her body I knew.. you were mine again. The cataclysmic void of anxiety I felt while 'she' was around you, talking to you, hitting on you, it made those vermillion scars on my wrist easier to paint on. So did what any girlfriend would do.

I got rid of her; i did this for you; it was all for you

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Chapter 1

Being a killer never interests me in fact I loathe the fatal, baleful characters. I don't consider myself as one of those harmful creatures. I'm barely the villain in my story.