I Am Starting To Hate Him

I've been in a relationship for the past 6 months. His name is Blake. I fell for his looks and behavior. The man whom I loved the most is no more the same.

I used to live in a hostel but after we got together, we now live in an apartment.

Usually, the first one to wake up in the morning is me. So, I get freshen up, prepare breakfast and wake Blake with all my affection everyday. We used to have such a great morning before.

I miss that a lot.

The first thing that has changed about him is that he doesn’t wake up after I call him. He doesn’t even move. He ignores me.

My lovely breakfast just remains untouched on the table every morning.

Then, before leaving the apartment, he doesn’t even say goodbye to me. I thought maybe he was going through stress so I didn't give that much attention. After that, he started coming home really late.

Maybe he likes other girls now.

But, I love him. He doesn't listen to me when I talk to him as if I don't exist then how am I supposed to ask him if he wants to break up with me. I won't leave him because I love him, I have decided it.

Days went by, I have started feeling really lonely. Maybe I should talk to my friends about the situation.

"Where is my phone? Why can't I find it? maybe Blake kept it somewhere", I said to myself.

"Blake, have you seen my phone?" I asked him.

No movement. He didn't even flinch. He was just watching TV on his own.

I asked again but there was no response. I was furious.

"Blake, what the hell is wrong with you? Why don't you talk to me? I have had enough!" I screamed.

There was no response again.

A few days later, I heard knocks on our door.

I was going to open it but I saw Blake already opening it. To my utter disgust and disbelief, there was a girl.

A girl my age. They hugged each other!

In front of me! I yelled, "Blake! Who is that girl?!"

As usual, nothing happened. They both sat on the sofa and KISSED! I had enough, I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife.

I came out and I- I was in shock.

The girl was screaming for help on the floor, bleeding profusely from her stomach.

I turned my head and saw Blake holding a bloody knife.

"Blake? What have you done? Oh my God!"

I fell to the ground. I was confused in disbelief. Blake dragged her to the bedroom. She was loosing too much blood. Right then, I heard several knocks again, Blake seemed scared. He was sweating. He tied the girl's hands and taped her mouth. Then he opened the door, our neighbors seemed concerned.

"We heard screams, is everything okay?", they said.

"Uh- uh, yeah. Everything is fine. You don't have to worry", Blake said in a shaky voice.

He closed the door and said, "I think I messed up this time."

He went to the bedroom and grabbed his knife again. I tried to stop him but maybe I was just too weak because I haven't been eating well.

I didn't know what to do.

I ran outside to call the cops. As I went out, I saw two police cars and an ambulance arriving. Maybe the neighbors called.

I went with them inside and Blake was caught red handed. The girl was rushed to the hospital.

But there was one more thing.

The police discovered a body. It was inside the closet.

It was of a girl.

The body was covered in dried blood. Looked like she was killed by stabbing multiple times.

I saw the face, blonde hair and the body

The face was mine. That was my body. My corpse. I- I was killed. Blake murdered me.

I was dead this whole time.