Love Killer

She tries to scream, but her thin voice does not really come out to be heard by people except for me. There is nobody else in here. I hear her beautiful voice, which unfortunately is being choked in the throat because I hold her tight around her mouth. I do not want my darling to scream. But I actually understand her. She does not even know who the fuck the sweating boy who holds around her mouth is. The smell of her red hair makes me dizzy, but in a good way, feels like being in heaven. I open my mouth, trying to say something to calm her down, but somehow I am not able to put the words right. Then I close my mouth. Then I open it again. “Calm down sweetheart, please” are what I conjures out. Then she starts to beat me and tries to scream louder. Without thinking, I shout at her. Suddenly she stops screaming. I look around me while taking my hands from her mouth slowly. She turns around and stares at me, looking into my eyes. The pupils in her eyes are very small and black. There are yellow and green stripes around the pupils, which make it look like if she had flowers in them. Then there is a dark brown circle around the flowers. She opens her mouth now. “Why have you brought me here” she asks confused. For a moment, I do not know how I will answer. I am too afraid to express my feelings toward her. Then I am looking down on my brown shoes I have on. “I want you to stay with me, I love..” “You must be crazy!” she interrupts me. I am holding on her arms. “Yes I am crazy for loving you!” I shout. She looks down at her right hand and looks at her finger, the one with the ring on. She is engaged with an engineer. I have less money than him, but my love for her is and will always be the most deep and truly. I move my hands up to her red hair and feel her nice curls. “Let me go!” she screams. She does not need to scream, I can hear her, even when whispering. “Do you not want to stay with me? Do you not feel the same way about me? I’ve been looking for you all of my life!” She turns her head away.”I don’t know who you are, I don’t love you, cause I love my fiancée! I miss him! Let me go!” Her words spin round and round in my head. I love my fiancée. I don’t love you. Let me go. I miss him. I don’t love you. I don’t love you. I sit down on the dry land, consider her slim body and her long curly hair. Without knowing, I have taken a knife out from my pocket. I am looking alternately at her and the knife. Standing up, walking to her, tight. In my head there is a voice that says “do it” in my heart there is a voice that says “do not, she is yours”. I am not stupid! I know that she is not mine. She belongs to the engineer. Then she falls in my arms, and the blood run out from her body. I have killed her.