It Was YouIt was you. You were the one who murdered me. You were the one who killed me. And you were the one who corrupted my soul. I was there alone, waiting for you to arrive. The time seemed to have flown by faster then I realized. It was getting later and later. I gave up hope and started to walk home. But then, just as I had heard footsteps running towards the back of me, I felt immense pain in my back. Breathless, I turned and saw you there, with the knife in my pale, soft flesh. I tried to scream but it was as if you had cut my vocal cords out as well. You pulled the bloody dagger from my back, and I fell to the ground. I wondered 'why did you do this to me'. I looked up at you confused. But you just laughed. With the last amount of energy I had, I crawled to your feet and begged for mercy. You softly chuckled. Putting your foot on me, and bending down, you raised the knife up above your head. I knew at that point what you intended on doing. I asked you "why, why are you doing this to me?