A/N: Okay... that's another story I wrote when I was in a bad, dark mood. It's rated R for... oh well, I'll let you find out by yourself.

I tried something new with this story... it has only two characters: the first one, narrator of the story, is designated by I, me and such, while the second character is designated by you... Uh... did that make any sense? Anyway... just read the story... you'll see what I mean!

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THE END OF THE NIGHTMARE

It's a cold, dark Thursday night. I pull up the collar of my jacket as I walk through the dark streets. In my eyes is determination; in my pocket, what will put an end to this nightmare.

I come to a stop in front of your house and smile: your parents aren't there. A light is on in your bedroom; you're probably Instant Messaging the latest object of your affections.

I silently creep into the shadows, walking around to the back of the house. I know the back door is unlocked: you always leave it that way. I know everything about you.

Reaching the door, I slowly pull it open. Thankfully, it doesn't creak. I listen carefully for any noise of someone - you - walking through the house. Nothing, except the sound of you typing away on your computer.

As I make my way across the kitchen, my eyes rest upon a picture of you and your best friend, apparently taken last summer. It hurts me to do this to him, because he's always been nice to me.

Unlike you.

I slowly start to ascend the stairs to the second floor. My goal is getting closer and closer every second…

You whip around, suddenly sensing a presence behind you.

"Uh… Hi," you say. "I didn't know you were coming by. How d'you get in?"

"The back door," I answer casually. "It was unlocked."

"Oh. And why are you here, if you don't mind me asking?" you ask me.

"I want to end this nightmare," I say simply.

"What?" you stand up and back away when I step forward.

I think my evil smile is creeping him out.

"You hurt me," I hiss, advancing on you. "I gave you my heart, and you stepped on it."

"But…" you start.

I cut you off. "From the very first you found out I loved you, you just ignored me. You even said it, that you didn't care. You thought I didn't hear, but I did."

"I do care!" you shout. "Just not the same way."

"You broke me!" I yell over him. "And now there's just one way to end it up."

"W-What?" you stutter.

My hand digs in my pocket. "You'll have to disappear," I state. My fingers curl around the handle of the butcher knife as I slowly pull it out.

Your eyes widen and you back away, until your back is pressed up against the wall. "Y-Y-You're not s-serious, a-a-are you?"

"Oh, but I'm damn serious," I say calmly, twirling the knife in my hand.

You eyes are fixed on the shiny blade, which is inching closer and closer with each step I make. "You don't really want to do this," you try to convince me. "Why don't we just talk about it?"

You try to sound confident, but I see right through it. I can feel your fear. "There's nothing to talk about" I snap, snarling. "I'm getting rid of you, and that's the end of it."

I've finally reached you. You flatten yourself against the wall, trying to put more distance in-between you and the knife. It's to no avail. "Take a good look around, because it's the last time you'll see anything."

"P-Please," you beg, your voice breaking down. "D-Don't-"

I thrust the knife into your stomach. Your mouth forms a startled 'O', and you fall to your knees. I pull the blade out.

"It hurts, doesn't it? It hurts as much as you hurt me!" I scream the last part as I stab you repeatedly, once, twice, three times. Your breath is coming out in short gasps. Your eyes close and you start to loose consciousness.

You fall backwards, slumped against the wall. I bury the knife in your chest, one last time, then bring my face close to yours as you take your last breath. "If I can't have you, then nobody will," I whisper softly. Then, wiping the knife on the inside of my shirt and tucking it away in my pocket, I leave, unseen, hiddenin the shadows.