Michael pov:
The blade sank softly into his unturned back. Blood slipped like velvet snakes down his smooth pale skin. Tecno cried out in agony, his tears melted with blood. His limbs went limp, eyes began to shine.
"Red was your favourite colour not mine..." I mumbled with tears streaming down my face and I went numb. Time seemed slow and the silence was loud. Thoughts rushed through my brain and I tried to realised what I had done.
I took the blade and stabbed myself in the chest I could feel the warm liquid and the bitterness of the cold on my lips. My brain went fuzzy and my vision blurry until my I took my last breath and I was at peace at last...
(Sorry that this was short)