I start it with an EstFin Fanfiction, that I like.
Warnings: violence! Boy-love (shounen ai)
Language: english
This day was same. Boring and long. Eduard came to my house with his laptop. He was sitting on sofa and watching directly to his favorite stuff. I couldn't say a word to him. He was lost in his job. He did my jobs too. That paper-job, that I got, he just typed them in, and then gave it to me. He did it every time he has been here. I picked a pillow, and threw at him. But he didn't pay attention at me. It was annoying. He did this ALL THE TIME. Enough! I want him to pay attention at me!
I stand up and walked to him. He still was in his work. I closed suddenly his laptop angry. He looked at me. His look was scary, it was not him. It was an angry person.
- Why the hell did you do it?
He shouted at me angry. I felt to hit him to realize, he is in MY house and WITH me. But I stopped myself. He opened his laptop again and waited till it loads in again. I still stood above him without any words.
- Sorry, Tino, I have no time for you. I have to finish this.
My anger moved me. I grabbed the laptop and threw away, then hit Eduard as hard as I can. He just looked at the laptop is working? I'm sure he was thinking about that.
- NOTICE ME, ALREADY! – I shouted with tears – CAN'T YOU SEE YOU ARE IN MYHOUSE? ONLY THE WORK, WHY? WHAT ABOUT ME? YOU JUST USE ME. CAME HERE, EAT MY FOOD, DRINK MY DRINKS… I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING, YOU GIVE ME NOTHING!
Eduard looked shocked. Maybe realized my problem. He started to mumble that he is sorry, and wanted me to forgive him. He will change. I don't believe in his words anymore. He was my friend. I always gave everything I had. I helped him out every time with money, food, anything. He tried to come closer, but I took out my knife and pointed at him. He stopped.
- One more step toward me, and I'll cut you. You know I can do it…
He looked away, he looked he is sorry. I can't forgive. He can't do anything for me. My hatred has been growing for really long time. Do I cut him? Do I hit him? Do I torture him? These questions were in my mind. He tried to move to take my knife from me. He tried to calm me down with his moves and his words. I didn't listen to him, just like he has done. I made a sudden move my arm with the knife and cut his arm, and I moved my arm back way and cut his chest too.
I didn't felt anything. He stepped back and fell to the ground. He was holding his right arm and stooped at his legs. He had pain in his wounds I cause. I stepped near to him, holding the knife. There was no regret on my face, nor any emotions. Unlike me, his face was full of emotions, like fear and pain. He tried to move back, but couldn't move.
- Promises, you did, were all broken. You wanted this ALL. This word "Sorry" means nothing to me. You would promise me you change? Do I believe in you after many broken promises? No, I can't do that. I didn't mind you've broken them. We were friends. I forgave me. Lately you came here, and you don't even notice I am here. Don't say a word to me. You just ask me to bring you food or drink. I did them like a servant. But you should know I am NOT a servant of yours. I HATE YOU.
I felt I could kill him. He stood in front of me. I jabbed the knife into his stomach. He leaned at me. I felt his warm blood came out on my hands. His hands grabbed my t-shirt. I took out the knife and pushed him away from me. He fell down, and didn't movie. He was full in blood, and soon, the floor was full with his blood…
I gave him work, I gave him food and drink… I got depression…
…I love you, Eduard…
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