The World I Know

She's running..running away - from me. There goes my life...escaping from my outstretched arms. I want to hold her..in my arms..feel her warmth...But she did'nt want me...did'nt want my crazy love.
I killed her lover...lowly idiot. She's mine! And he had no right to claim her..mine alone.. So in a fit of jealousy and rage..I killed him..though absent-mindedly..with a knife..But it was never really meant for him..ths knife..He don't deserved the proud and mighty edges of my knife..lowly idiot! It was meant..for her! I would love to caress her with its tip..her very fine, pale skin..but it was gone now..to the proud chest of the lowly bastard!
Yes..to her..I was a freakin' murderer..just a weirdo..a criminal! But to me..she's a great deity..the light of my dark corners..my angel..divine! Her radiance illuminates my poor, downcast soul..her radiance..was the root of all!.. the start of my fall..
She had become my life..the reason why I really started living...awakening to the real world..she's my life, my everything! And it is only natural for me to be following...following her wherever she goes..that's why I'm running..running after her..running for my reason to live!
But when I finally got hold of her..she give me nothing but contempt..contempt and disgust in her beautiful pair of eyes! I look at her..pleading..almost whispering.."I love you! Please understand!"...but she just stared at me with hatred and her words are vile..
"Let go of me - creep! Criminal! Bastard! Filthy weirdo!" she struggles to free herself from my grasp...
It was all too much..the pain..the insult..the hatred..my sight grew dim..to her I was just a criminal! Creep! Bastar----
I ended the sharp thoughts with my trembling hands..blocked it...tightening my grip..
til I hear a gagging sound..then I saw her...lifeless in my hands...I stared..uncomprehending at first..then I saw my tight-gripped hands - around her delicate neck..I stared..and realize what I had done...as I watch her beautiful eyes - shut, and breath leaves her life...I stared at her..dying...in my wretched hands...a tear fell...from my dreary eyes...for a love lost...for the love of my life...
Then I smile...as I found a revolver in my jeans..."Wait for me, my love..I will follow you..even in death."
And with the trigger in my hand..I aimed at my head..and fired...
The sound of the trigger resounds loud in that place...
The police came and found two dead bodies...


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hey guys..this is the third part of my ambitious story creep..the 2nd part is the jealous guy...this is the last phase..thanks for reading! ...and forgive my grammar...u