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"Have you, yourself, ever tasted true darkness...?

I walked home. Yeah, walked. No, my car was fine. I felt like walking. Maybe I knew what was in store for me, and maybe I didn't. Sure, you can go ahead and say I drove, but I know I walked. Hard to forget. Hard to piece together everything afterward.

I guess my first hint should have been when there were no other cars in the driveway. Yeah, usually there are three. Mine, and two others. Should have realized that I shouldn't go inside. Nah, why not? What harm could there be?

And there he was- Sitting at my kitchen table. Sitting there, just toying with a pen, a blank sheet of paper in front of him. He didn't even look up at me when the door shut and the screen door hissed at it fell into it's resting position.

"Y-You? What're you doing here?"

He only smirked and motioned me to come closer. No answer- Never a good sign. But, where could I go? It was my house. Should I call the police? Nah. Nah, never woulda even thought of that. I was so entranced by the fact he was there. He waited for me. That's what this was about... right...?

So I came closer. Moved past the hallway to the garage, and the bathroom. Wait, did that door just move? Yep, it did. And that's the moment I realized I was about to die.

It was him. The some person who started all of this. Knife in hand, it only took one stab. Just one. He knew where to. I remember I was the one who showed him as the pain surges through my body. I can't stand. I don't want to. But, I don't fall to the ground. I can't. He needs me over at the table.

I trudge. That's right. At that point, I may as well have been walking in a swamp. The pain hurts. Everywhere. I can barely breathe. How did he angle the knife? Was it in my vitals? Or my lungs? I take a quick glance up at him, sitting at the table- Smiling, head resting on his arm. He must be happy to see me. That's it. He's so happy.

"Such a good boy." He says as I step closer. My head is throbbing now, and every single step feels like an eternity. Why haven't I died yet? Why am I still suffering? Finally made it to the table, rest my hand there. It relieves some of the pain, but not nearly enough to save my pathetic life. But, he's still smiling at me. He's happy! Oh, that made me so happy.

"I want you to do me a favor, Toya." He says, handing me the pen. The other person is standing, still there. In the background. No opinion. His task was finished. and I had one more I had to do.

"I want you to write 'I love you' on this piece of paper." He said, pushing it towards me. At this point, my back feels cold. Probably wet and drilling and soaked. Damn, did he get my lungs? I think he did. It's so hard to breathe. I reached for the pen, maybe a little too soon.

"Nope." He says, tossing it across the room. He may as well have tossed it into a fire- I couldn't get it now. No way.

"You're going to write it with this." He says, and suddenly another knife is being shoved into me, opposite side, this time, I know my lung takes a hit. And I look down at it. Then at him- Still smiling. Oh, I'm so glad he's happy. He's smiling still. Well, I can do this for them, then. Just one last time. Just once.

So, what else was I going to do? I gripped it and pulled it out. Damn, lots of blood. Lots. And my vision is so foggy. And I'm so... so tired. I can barely stand up. But there I go- I dip my paw into the wound; the knife hits the floor with a clang. But, it's so quiet. And my ears are ringing.

Slowly, trying not to mess up, I drags my paw across the paper. It's so hard to focus. So hard to concentrate. But here I go. A perfect "I", a muddled "Love" and a "You" with a pawprint for the "o". Flare, I couldn't resist.

I looked up at him again, but this time, he was smiling, but not at me. Over to the other person. They came over and saw the masterpiece I did with my own self.

"Bad."

The smiling person took the paper and crumpled it up, then with all the force of millions of people, pushed me. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. But I know the world was ending. The knife in my back sank deeper and I finally cried out in pain. So much. it hurt, so much. And there I was, sprawled out on my kitchen floor, waiting for the end to come.

The smiling person knelt down and whispered to me.

"Do you remember how you gave me you're heart?" He said.

Of course. I remembered that. I love him. More than anyone in the world. More than myself or anything I could ever hope to own.

Click click. What noise was that?

"I'm returning it."

A gun? He had a gun? In my knife wound. Ow. Ouch. It's cold, but it hurts. It hurts so much, and he's angling it... He's pointing it... upward...? Towards my heart?

Bang.

Bang bang bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang bang. Bang bang bang bang bang.

I felt every last one. Didn't die. Didn't even flinch. I felt them. All of them. Scraping my heart. He left the gun in there. probably singed my fur. My poor fur.

"Have you, yourself, ever tasted true darkness?"

While my eyes were still open, they made out. Kissed. Right in front of me. But... he was supposed to be in love with me... But, I couldn't move. Nothing worked. My arms, legs, tail- Nothing. I couldn't even breathe. But, there they were, kissing over me. I watched them, lips locked, holding each other. My vision faded. My eyes were closed. Peace. I could feel peace... I could feel... nothing...

But, the taste... the taste of their kiss...

That's the taste of true darkness.