I appeared at a huge stone door, with stone pillars to the sides, each which seemed to give it an increasing feeling of ominous precedence to the door. They held a roof, one of oval shape, also made of stone, and that had tiny little details that made it seem as ancient as this whole place. The door held instructions displaying how to carefully remove my own heart and had a text saying that I should trust it, even though the mere thought of trying to trust seemed to be completely forbidden in a place like this. But, it’s not like I could really die by it, and I was already running out of options. So I grabbed my flashlight and pressed the button for the dagger to appear, it was shining brightly, with its sharpness being displayed by how thin the edges were in comparison to the middle body of it, in a full, silver shine. The blade’s shine immediately changed to scarlet as I impaled my chest with the weapon, and began meticulously ripping out my own heart. The process was somehow painless, but that same thing made me have a bad feeling running through my spine, one that showed me the dread of uncertainty that this was only going to make everything worse when the pain actually came. I saw my heart pumping in my hand once I finished the process, and I looked at it for nothing more than half a second. “This is not how I wanted it to be. But I deserve it, didn’t I?” I thought. But then, as I held it out to the door, I smiled. “I would still do it all over again.” I said, coughing blood, the liquid that usually means dread and pain falling down my chin as I had a serious case of internal bleeding that I could not feel, the rocks of the ground taking the droplets like they were new peers to them as they all found their own spot, unlike me. The door opened, and with my last strength, I stepped foot past it, my body instantly being fixed by some sort of hyper-speed claws that fixed my tissue and gave me a new heart. Just as I thought everything was actually fine, a huge pain took over me, one that seemed to have come from a tenth ring of Hell, a pain so unbearable that even if my nerves were directly manhandled, it would not equal a fraction to the quantity of pain I felt in that exact moment. Of course… This place is my own torture, isn’t it? And torture doesn’t ever stop, especially not in this place, much worse than anything a normal human torture could even muster. I then fell unconscious onto the floor, the pain being too much for my body and mind. I drifted off onto my memories in the form of a dream… In my dreams, I saw my childhood... What truly led me here. I could hear my mom calling for me, before the dinner was served. That day we were having fish meat. But something happened to me before that... Something changed inside me. No... Nothing changed... Something was shown to me. Something that has kept being true to myself up to this moment. Something that showed me the thing that has led me here.... It all started with me going fishing. To a lake my uncle and father used to visit. I was 11 years old at the moment. 23 years ago from now. When I caught a fish, I had to get out it's organs like my uncle and my father did... But when I saw my finger go through its body, getting all of its organs out... The blood spreading on my thumb and falling to the ground... It was... Mesmerizing. Maybe even captivating. Not too long from there I started using a knife to dispose of animals around my house. Frogs, squirrels, birds, even. I loved to see their organs out of their body. Their lifeless carcass, and the blood on the knife. I felt strong... Stronger than usual, even. I feel like if anything tried to hurt me... My knife was there for me. Always.

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I kept on doing that, until my 17 years old. I always loved that feeling. The feeling of blood on my hands. Of life at my disposal. One day, it was a week away from prom. And I had to prepare. My partner was a beautiful girl, really. But I didn't like her much; She wasn't exactly my type. I went with her to the prom... But I had been too busy to do my hobby for all the week... I craved for it. For that addiction of mine. I wanted blood on my hands... And then I saw her. So beautiful, with such a cute dress. I asked her to come to the bathrooms with me. Her face blushed. Oh, poor of her... Should have she noticed she had a knife on her throat as soon as she accepted my proposal, she could've saved herself. Not too much after admiring the body, the lifeless face, that face of disgust, of fear, of... Pain. I loved it. This was much better than hunting animals around... Much stronger. The smell of blood drove me crazy as well. But I couldn't watch it much more. Not in the middle of the prom. It wouldn’t be long until someone there entered the bathroom and saw the mess I had done. I disposed of the body easily. There was a gas truck nearby. All I did was put her there, and with a little bit of a trail I did with some cups and gasoline I got from stabbing a car in one of the components below. I just lighted the trail with a match. Her corpse blew up, burned into charcoal. No trail, no footprint, no singular part of being was found in the scene of the crime. That's how meticulous I am. Goodbye, Melisa.