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"I wasn't always like this. It's not like I was born a cold-blooded killer. No. I never even thought about killing anything, let alone a person, until I was sixteen."

There were pictures from the crime scene that I created the day I threw Jimmy out of my life. I felt my heart stop, looking at these pictures now made me feel terrible.

I sighed and took his hands in mine. “We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I understand.” It killed me to say the words.

I felt my gaze being drawn to his eyes. They were the same eyes I looked into as I shoved a knife in his neck. I shuddered at the memory.

He tried to kill me, and ever since the moment he shoved that knife in my neck, I swore that if I ever saw him again I would kill him.

Before I could say anything he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. I felt his chapped lips on mine and I couldn't help but smile. I felt like I was living a dream.

Gerard slammed me up against the wall again before lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck.

I smiled before stabbing him in the shoulder. I pushed the knife as deep as it would go before turning it. I heard him cry out in pain, and I just laughed.

I sighed, leaning against his door. It wasn't even worth it. He had already mutilated my heart.

All I could think about was Frank. I was stupid for leaving him. I should have stayed.

“Gerard? What did they do to you?” Hesitantly, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, revealing a nasty wound on his shoulder.

I could only hope that he would still love me after he learned that I killed people for a living. I knew he would probably run away, terrified. If that happened, I wouldn't know what to do.

As soon as I could, I would move out of that building, and I would never have to see Gerard again.