What Doesn't Kill You



My story begins with my boyfriend and me. I loved him deeply, but no matter what I did, nothing made him happy. When he told me that he was breaking up with me, I snapped. I took his arm, pulled him over my shoulder, and body slammed him to the ground. He got up and tried to run, but I caught him and he tripped and smashed his head on the ground and was knocked unconscious.

I took him back to my room, hid him under the sink in the cabinet, and waited for him to wake up. I knew he would attempt to get out, so I had a knife with me and I sat in front of the door and waited. It seemed like an eternity, but he finally woke up. I sat as still as I could, and when he opened the door, I sliced his hand. He flinched back and closed the cabinet. I opened it and pulled him out from underneath, and laid him on the floor. He struggled for a while, and then I stabbed him repeatedly. He screamed in agony, but I didn't stop. I then took a butcher knife, and started cutting at his arms.

After maybe 10 minutes of hacking at him, I got one arm off. I didn’t the same thing to the other arm. Then I moved down to his legs. I chopped both of them off too. At that time, he was surely dead from the loss of blood. I calmed down, and realized from looking at all the blood on the floor, what I had done. I started freaking out and decided that I was going to bury him. I thought that if I put his arms and legs in a bag, I could burn them. And I did so. Then I thought it might have been easier to burn him too, so I started a fire.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw flashing lights and I ran. I ran and ran and didn't look back. I knew if I stopped, the cops would catch me and find me. I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't care, I kept running. After what felt like an eternity, I had to stop. The cops were right behind me and I didn't know it. They caught me. I was brought to the police station, booked, and now currently awaiting trial. I am writing this from my cell. It’s not as bad as I though jail was going to be. Maybe I might learn to like it here, or not.