"What!?" Pale eyes grow wide
"I want to bleed." A whisper.
"I can't hurt you." The soft voice falters.
"I need it." Crimson tears role down ivory cheeks. "I deserve it."
"Never." Soft lips kiss away the blood that roles down the pale face.
"Please!" The cold silver handel of the blade is pressed into the others hand.
"...Don't make me."
"If you love me, you'll do it." A scream of pain echoed through the room.
"I'm sorry..." The dagger drags through skin, tearing.
"Love you..." Stab. Rip. Slice. Screams grow louder.
"Stop!" Blood soaks the bed. "STOP!"
"I can't!" Weeping.
"THEN KILL ME!" Screaming.
"...Love you so much." The blade is driven through.
Silence. The body lays still, torn.
"You said you'd give me your heart...."
I have no Idea where this came from. I started typing and it just kind of appeared. A friend of mine called it genius, another called it sick, and another called it shit. Personally, I don't like, and I didn't even mean to save it really. The only reason I'm posting it is because I'm bored. That's pretty sad actually. The only reason I'm typing this is because I'm bored. Wow, I should really get a life shouldn't I?