“Why? Why am I sick? Say it!” He presses the blade harder. “Because you raped me over a dead girl’s body.” He bites me. “Because you burned my house to the ground.” He cuts me. “Because you gave me no other choice but to want you! Because your sickness calls out to mine and makes me feel alive! Because whatever lives in your eyes is so fucking alluring to me that I’m even sicker than you are.”
