I thought I knew you.

I thought I loved you.

I thought you loved me.

That's all I can think. I can't even think of the pain. I'm screaming, I'm crying, and it doesn't even matter...

In books, when people fall in love, it says everything else vanishes. Everything else vanishes and it's just you and the person you love. Well, this is like that, only it's in the entire world. There's nobody else in the world apart from you, and you're bloody killing me and I don't understand why.

We were just talking, that's all.

Did you find something out, something I'd forgotten?

I don't get it.

You're kicking me and punching me and I don't know why.

I guess you hated me all along.

I just want to understand...

It's strange, for a second there, you looked like you were crying. You can't be crying. Are you mad? Steve...?

I knew there was something else. There was always something else. The way you looked away from me all the time. They way you looked through me. The way you never talk about your past or anything. But why are you doing this?

I don't understand, I don't understand.

The words are running through my head, singing out. I'm surprised you can't hear, they're so loud.

I'm bruised and hurt all over. I feel like I'm dying...

If I am, you're a murderer.

Steve Winner. That's your name, that's what you told me.

What will you win from this, eh?

At first, I doubted whether you cared about me. I'll be honest. You were charming, I guess, but you didn't seem like... I don't know. I didn't feel I mattered to you. And then everything changed. I was so sure it did.

I guess I was wrong, then.

It's funny, there's such hate in your eyes.

I've never seen anything like it before.

You look so alone... and so angry.

It doesn't make you look handsome, even though you are. You don't look human. You look like some kind of twisted, strange creature.

I was so stupid. I always thought of myself as clever, y'know?

But I'm not. I fell for your pathetic, stupid tricks.

I can't believe it. I don't want to believe it.

But what did you do it for?

It wasn't the money, was it? Dear God, please tell me it wasn't the money.

I knew I was rushing into things too fast. But I never expected something like this.

I was such a fool. Such a stupid fucking fool.

Of course you never loved me.

I still love you. You're going. Your face is illuminated for a moment and there are tears on your face.

You're mad. I love you and you're mad. I'm terrified of you.

I open my mouth and try and tell you to stop and come back. I don't know why I want to say it. But the words won't come out. I want to get up and stop you but I can't move. My head hurts so much. It's pounding. It's hard even to think.

I feel like screaming. When did I stop screaming?

The pain has to stop. It has to stop. It hurts so much, surely soon it'll stop. It can't just keep on hurting more and more, not forever. Can it?

I'm going to die. I know I'm going to die. There's no way it could hurt so much if I'm not dying, is there?

Everything's gone an inky black... I can't see you. But you've probably left, anyway.

Left the house. Left the memories. Left me.

I'm young and stupid.

But I don't deserve this. I don't think I deserve this.

I love you.