This is the twelfth day he has kept me trapped in his room. Today is special: he has his college entrance exam, and it is my only chance to escape.
The knife and fork I prepared in advance are hidden behind my back. Unfortunately, he saw the wound on my hand.
"You're hurt!"
"A knife wound."
"Did you hide a knife?"
I had no choice. I shoved him away hard. The knife and fork shifted from where they were meant to strike and plunged toward his heart on the right side of his chest, tearing his clothes.
My hands clenched until my knuckles turned white, but I didn't loosen my grip for a second.
"Do you hate me?" he asked.
"I do," I replied.
After answering, I pulled the blade out without hesitation, tensed my wrist, and drove it in hard once more.
I watched him fall. I felt relieved, yet a trace of regret remained.
"Xiao Ze..." I called his name, but there was no answer.
[High School Student x Office Worker]
Note: The main text is written in third person.
Everyone is mentally unwell.
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Theme: Love
