You Are The Knife I Turn Inside Myself นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You think you need to protect me. That I’m fragile. That I’m breaking.” Jason opened his mouth, probably to argue.But I held up a hand. “I’m not breaking,” I said softly. “I’m awake.” Kael looked at me.“Then… what are you?” I smiled. “I’m the silence before the storm,” I said. “I’m the locked door they can’t pick. I’m the reflection that doesn’t obey the mirror. I’m not the girl they tried to carve into something obedient.” I turned, sheathing the dagger at my hip.

Completely breathtaking… I guess it was time. There was no need to hold back any longer. Dante held out a knife to me and his lips turned down at the corners. I didn’t expect him to be happy about me cutting myself. I was a bit scared too but I knew that this was nothing compared to the battle that lay ahead. I placed the knife on my skin and the cool metal sent a shiver down my spine. I guess this was it. There was no going… “What… what is that noise?”

In my life, I had always restrained myself, no matter how angry I was. I staunchly believed that inflicting pain on others was an unforgivable act. Yet, in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting, I found myself betraying my own principles. For the first time, I plunged a short, 20 cm military knife into Scarlet's abdomen. The blade slid effortlessly, fully embedding itself, as blood began to seep, staining her naked skin and the white bed sheet beneath.

Fire should hurt. Shadow should choke. Light should blind. But when you’ve lost enough, when the world has taken everything and left you with nothing but a name and a wound— You stop fearing the burn. You let it eat you. I thought I knew what it meant to hurt. I thought I knew what it meant to fight. I was wrong. The blade isn’t steel anymore. It’s a sun turned inside out, a god screaming in the shape of a weapon, and it’s inside me, burning me from marrow to soul—

"A vampire." I tried to call the attention of the woman but it seems that she doesn't hear me. The vampire slowly approaching them. I shout out of lungs but I feel like I am invisible to them. I want to help them, run to them , but my feet suddenly froze on the spot. I'm not able to stay still where I stand. I can see the vampire approaching. He walked slowly, I felt very scared. Suddenly the vampire's mouth opened and the fang came out and was ready to devour them. I feel frustrated that I can't even help them. Gradually, I just closed my eyes because I couldn’t bear to see two innocent people die at the hands of a vampire. Crying was all I could do as I heard the screams and cries of the c

The knife touched my neck slowly tearing my skin up and it started burning. “Of all t---he things I’ve lost, I miss myself the… most.” I ruined myself in this world and it’s true I hate my own existence. It has become too dirty, he’s right. “Obviously, you’ve mistaken me for someone who gives a shit” the flow of blood grew as he kept on piercing it through my throat.

"Y–yes. I mean, yes she is. " Julia was in the 10th grade and besides Victor and Joe, my best friend. Surprisingly, Mrs. Ruffalo reached out for my arms and looked me in the eyes, candidly. I could feel the aura my actual mother once gave me before she sold me off. "Bullying is such a great evil, you know?" My eyes dropped to our lightly knitted hands. "Yes, Ma'am. I do. " "Then why won't you talk? "

I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. “And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.” I see the knife in my hand. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right. I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do.

I could be the Chief. “Move.” I said. I looked at Sophie. She looked broken. I remembered the way she defended us. I remembered how she gave us credit. She was a viper. But she was our viper. I could not do it. I cannot betray her. I took the knife. I did not cut the duck. I swung the blade. I drove the blade into my own palm. The blood sprayed across the table. Blood hit the floor. I dropped the knife. "I am injured!" I yelled.

I sharpened the blade, my eyes fixed on the red meat of the stag. “You’re better than this, Rino.” "No, I'm not," I whispered to the empty room. I stepped back in, the knife diving deep into the chest cavity. I wanted her to see me like this. I wanted her to see the blood on my skin and the dead thing hanging from my ceiling and realize that she never knew me at all. Every cut was a "fuck you" to the peace she tried to force on me. Every drop of blood on the floor was a reminder that she didn't belong in my world.