Don't Make Me Kill You

 

''Don't Make Me Kill You''

Please don't ever love someone casually, insincerely, selfishly or deceitfully. Please don't ever break the hearts of innocent girls. Be responsible in love, even if you love someone so much that your emotions can melt any woman's heart, don't let it control or destroy your life. Because simply put, it's not worth it. Let karma and the consequences of your actions take control of your life.

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I drove home as fast as I could, I didn't know where I was going but I just kept driving.

I was trembling... and scared. My ears were buzzing, I couldn't hear anything, and I felt like someone was chasing me.

It was red, dark red, I wiped it clean right after stabbing him, but why was there still so much blood?

I thought about throwing them all away somewhere no one could find them tomorrow. The river. I'll throw them into the river. What if someone finds them? No worries, the water will wash away all the traces. But what if someone sees me doing this? I have to do it when there are fewer people around, when fewer people can see it.

- Mom was about to call Hùng, where did you go?

Hùng - his pained face flashed through my mind.

In the mirror, my face looked pale, and I saw Hùng.

- We went to a concert - I looked back at his eyes - Hùng dropped me off near the house, mom's still sleeping, and I'm tired too.

"She agreed to date me. Let's break up!" he said.

On Tuesday, I had a good night's sleep since that fateful night.

The knife is gone. I intend to dispose of everything today, on a beautiful Saturday. There will be many people by the river seeking relief from the heat, and no one will pay attention to me.

But why did the knife disappear? Surely my mother took it...

I shivered in horror.

My sister's phone rings, from the same company, but I don't hear it.

Phone calls from Hai, My,... why are my friends calling me constantly?

I've been discovered for real. I have to escape right now.

Time is running out, why is it moving so slowly?

I toss the continuously vibrating phone into the trash can. I feel like I'm being hunted.

Wearing a hood, I enter the restroom.

Passing by a man wearing an overcoat, his face also covered.

He... has a very familiar scent. It smells like Hung's cologne.

He haunts me.

***

Back to the waiting seat, I glance around, the airport is deserted today.

A newspaper left on the adjacent seat. Hatred - killing a lover - The headline hits me.

Silently, I pick it up

The door still won't open!

I turned to the poster advertising glass display. The black car advertisement poster, I... I couldn't see myself.

...The investigative agency concluded that the girl had been pushed from at least the 10th floor of the building after struggling with the assailant. On her body, they found a blood sample belonging to someone else, which the police suspect to be the blood of the culprit. As she had no identification papers on her, the victim's identity has not yet been discovered. The victim was wearing a ring engraved with the name - Hung...