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*Love

"BLOOD DRIPS ONTO PAPER WITH A SOUND LIKE A SNARE DRUM. RAT - TAT - TAT IT GOES. I'M USING THOSE DROPS THE WAY I USED TO USE MY HEARTBEAT. AS A WAY TO COUNT OUT A FEW SECONDS WHEN I'M TRYING TO BE CALM. BUT MY HEART DOESN'T BEAT ANYMORE, SO I NEED TO FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO USE.

RIGHT NOW, IT'S THE SOUND OF MY BLOOD DRIPPING FROM MY GIRLFRIEND'S MOUTH ONTO THE NEWSPAPER ON THE FLOOR. SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE SWALLOWING IT. DRINKING IT AND LETTING IT TURN HER INTO A VAMPIRE SO WE CAN BE TOGETHER, BUT NOTHING'S HAPPENING. I DON'T KNOW WHY.

I DID IT THE WAY RIKI TOLD ME YOU HAVE TO DO IT. I TOOK ALL OF HER BLOOD FIRST, THEN I CUT MY WRIST OPEN AND LET EVERYTHING DRIZZLE INTO HER MOUTH THE WAY SHE USED TO DRIZZLE CHOCOLATE SYRUP ONTO HER ICE CREAM. THEN I SAT DOWN AND WAITED FOR HER TO OPEN HER EYES AGAIN.

THAT WAS AN HOUR AGO. IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO TAKE THAT LONG. THE BLOOD KEEPS DRIPPING OUT OF HER MOUTH AND I KEEP PUTTING MORE IN. AND IT'S NOT WORKING. THE SUN'S COMING UP, AND IT'S NOT WORKING. AND THE BLOOD KEEPS ON SPILLING ON THE FLOOR. HONEY, YOU'VE GOT TO DRINK. PLEASE DRINK, HONEY. DON'T BE DEAD. PLEASE, DONT' BE DEAD."
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