You Are The Knife I Turn Inside Myself 소설 & 이야기

Interesting. I kneel beside the trembling body, grab the handle of my knife and plunge it into his stomach. After the first cry of pain, I twist the knife and whisper, "The less you breathe, the more I like you."

Elder, younger everybody has joined the war and the entire ward echoed with the sound of it’s my turn. Stefan and Sarah looked at each other and said in unison. “Hold on guys, it’s my turn.” The end.

I knew your skills weren't a match for his, the choreography of violence a dance I were ill-equipped to perform. Then came the other, darker scenario, a chilling symphony of self-preservation played on the strings of despair. The knife, is not a shield, but a morbid instrument of silence. The thought, a whispered echo in the chamber of my mind, was horrifying, a twisted sacrifice to protect the ones I loved. The unbearable weight of their lives threatened to crush me, the line between survival and surrender blurring into a suffocating gray.

Couldn’t stop the room from tilting sideways as though gravity itself had turned against me. The monitors glowed in sharp neon, their lights slicing through the haze clouding my vision. I blinked hard, once, twice, trying to focus. I need a knife. I need a blade, I need to see blood, to feel blood. The message was still displaying across the screen, the Sons of the Wild repeating the same words over and over in my vision. “You don’t belong. She’ll see. She’ll leave.” Each repetition was like a blade, cutting deeper than the wound in my arm.

She simply left me there, alone with a knife and a mountain of emotions clawing at my chest. Tears fell faster. “His sacrifices are nothing compared to my revenge,” I whispered. “I will leave this place. Even if I have to break everything to do it.” My hand tightened around the knife. “I will leave… even if I have to kill someone to get out.” The knife stabbed into the cutting board with a sharp, angry sound. The vegetables shook. But my resolve… it stood still. The war inside me had just begun.

My eyes brimmed and gushed as the turmoil in my stomach turned into a heavy, destructive blizzard of agitation and self-loathing. "No, no, I shouldn't be here...I don't deserve this...I shouldn't be here...Anna was right...Nelly was right... there's nothing I could bring to him other pain, more pain, and extremely more fucking pain..." I chanted under my shaky breath through my trembling lips and I had barely taken the first step to dash outside when my eyes widened in terror as my legs melted like jelly and just like jelly, I crashed onto the ground with a loud thud but the menacing, loud snigger of Anna, wrenched me out of my frenzy as I whipped my head to her side, Dominic was still in fr

“Leave my room please, it has been a long day for me. I need rest.” “She will betray you. You will hate her even more. Send her away before she does.” “No! Get out.” I subconsciously tossed the knife to the wall beside me in anger as I stood up from my seat, a wave of air blew across my face, it was strong and refreshing like a bath on a hot day, suddenly I found myself standing before the door in my room. I turned around swiftly, confused on what exactly just happened, I was inside not outside, I had my dagger in my hands, I was filling them, inside my room! How did I get here? I stared at my hands which were dusty, I washed them earlier when I got in.

"You're what? Three months old? Four?" It pulled back. "I have her memories." "Memories aren't self." I followed. Crowding its space. "You remember being blind. But you've never been in darkness. You remember loving me. But you've never felt anything." Its hand rose. Knife. Small. Professional. I didn't move. "Kill me," I said. "And you prove I'm right. That you're just violence. Just emptiness. Just—" The window shattered. Not gunshot. Rock. Simple.

That was the first clear thought that cut through the panic. I healed people. I protected them. I pulled others back from the edge. I did not stand in a fucking rose garden and drive steel into a stranger just because my mate was angry and jealous and powerful enough to make my body betray me. I must take back control. Before anyone reached me, I turned the blade toward myself and drove it in. “NO!!!!” somebody roared behind me nearby. Pain exploded white-hot under my ribs. The force knocked the air out of me. My knees buckled almost immediately. The dagger slipped from my fingers and hit the gravel with a soft metallic sound.

It's all my fault. "It's all my damn fault!" I yelled to my reflection in the mirror, maybe hoping it would curse me. Rain abuses at me. But gave me a better punishment. It was all silent. Reflecting my haggard look back at me. If mirror could talk I was sure it was yelling "You murderer! You disgrace... of a daughter!" "This is for the best, Dad," I whispered to the empty room. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the knife out. The steel was honest and quiet. I recalled how Katherine stabbed me in my previous life. I let out a dry laugh. "You know what they say? You can never really run from death. It will always find you."