That’s reason enough for her to die.
I lift my gloved hand wrapped around the knife and shove it down, stabbing her in the eye. She screams, jolting awake, reaching, and flailing, but I stab her again—this time in the other eye, then pull it out.
Killing feels likenothing.
Just like everything else feels likenothing.
The only thing that felt likesomethingwas ripped out of my fucking hands because of this woman.
The only person who could pull at my heartstrings and make me feel alive is now gone, and I don’t know what the fuck to do with my life anymore.
I can’t go back to the way life was before him, because I don’t remember it.
I don’t want to.
“You called him crazy, huh?” I ask in a monotone voice as she keeps letting out long, shrill screams.
I cut off her fucking lips. Slice, slice, slice. Then I shove the soggy, bloodied skin down her fucking throat until she gags on it, her screams muffled.
“Can’t call him crazy now, can you, old hag?”
Stab.
Stab.
Stab.
She stops screaming after a while—dead, I think. What a drag. She should’ve lasted a bit longer.
That doesn’t mean I stop, though.
I straddle her, slashing her face, her chest. Anywhere I can reach.
I’m drenched with blood that goes into my eyes and on my face, my clothes.
Everywhere.
Doesn’t matter. I’m in a trance, unable to stop as I slash her entire body the fuck up.
“So…violent.”
My lips tremble at Preston’s soft voice, but I don’t look back at him, and I don’t stop stabbing.
If I do that, he’ll disappear.
But Ifeelhim.
His hand wraps around my throat from behind as he whispers in my ear, “Kind of hot. Scratch that, it’sreallyhot.”
“If I keep killing, will you come see me like this?”
“Maybe.” His lips brush my ear. “But you need to take care of yourself, Marcus. It isn’t like you to be this blasé about your conditioning and your hockey career. You have to feed this beautiful body properly. Also, don’t worry June endlessly. You know I don’t fuck with June.”
“Don’t go,” I whisper for what seems like the thousandth time. I feel like I’m always asking him to stay, and he just…never does.
“I’m already gone, Marcus. Accept that, okay?”
“No—
