Chapter 7
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"Now I'll answer your question from before. I don't love you anymore."
Wilson recoiled as if I'd struck him again, his hands dropping away from me.
"No—no, you don't mean that—"
Before he could finish, I fought through the searing pain in my chest, screaming as I pointed to each wound on my body.
"You think I just BLAME you? No, I HATE you!"
I advanced on him step by step, watching him back away, my words hissed through clenched teeth.
"I want to rip you open with my bare hands and see if you even have a human heart in there, you monster!"
With these words, I pulled another scalpel from my clothes and lunged at him.
But my strength gave out, and we both crashed to the floor amid the broken glass.
As pain flooded through me again, I tried to stand, only to have Wilson grab me and crush his lips against mine.
"You bastard! GET OFF ME!"
I bit down on his lip until I tasted blood, the coppery tang mixing with salty tears in a bitter cocktail.
"GET OUT!!"
With my last ounce of strength, I shoved him away—only for him to grab the scalpel and, clutching my hand in his, drive it into his own chest.
