I have a fascination with betrayal. I enjoy stabbing people in the back and then twisting the knife around, loosening the flesh and allowing the blood to flow. I enjoy pulling out the knife and sticking my hand in the wound, reaching deeper and pushing farther until I can grab the heart and pull it out, letting the blood spray everywhere as the heart eventually stops beating. And then I’d like to push them, punch them, kick them — it doesn’t matter, as long as they turn around — and look into their faces. I find it mesmerizing, that expression of shock and that every lasting question of “Why?” imprinted on them like a brand. I’d throw the heart back at them, then, let them fall and collapse before I took my foot to their throats, crushing them and leaving them there, broken.
I enjoy the act of betraying someone.
So, here’s my question: If I were to betray you, if I were to stab you in the back and throw your own heart back at you, how would you react? Would you cry? I hope you cry. I want you to cry. I do enjoy it ever so much when people cry and spill their weakness onto the world, allowing everyone to see the true frailty of their spirits. It’s even better when they ask why as well. It’s a like a mantra, really. They repeat it over and over again as if that would offer them some answer, as if that would suddenly make time go backwards and erase the ugliness of reality.
Cry for me. When I betray you, cry for me. It’s the least you could do for me, really, since we’re friends and all. ♥ And don’t feel so bad! When the time finally comes, truth is I’ll probably stab you in the front. Because that’s how I treat my friends — with dignity and respect.
Besides, it’s easier to reach your heart if I stab you in the front. There’s no need to turn you around, either. Your face will be visible to me during the entire process, not just at the end.
Get ready. I’ve got my knife, and I’ve got my gloves on. The good, strong, leather ones. You know, the black ones that I love so much? They are a bit short, but they’ll at least keep my nails clean.
It’s only a matter of time, now.
I am so deliriously happy right now. It feels like life is going exactly the way I want it to. ♥ Odd, how I can only write things like this when I’m happy. Although I really am fascinated by betrayal. That doesn’t mean I’ll betray anyone, though! I just like writing about it. That’s all.