Death of an Untold Story

Each night, she laid beside him.
She knew she loved him, but why were these psychotic thoughts of murder burned into her head?
He was wrong. He hurt her.
She loved him too much to leave him.
How could she get out?
He wronged her and it could never be right.
Later that night, she tossed and turned
as murderous plots filled dreams.
"Kill him. It'll all be better if you kill him now!"
This quote played over and over.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore.
She sprang up, dashed to the kitchen,
and got the biggest knife in the entire house.
When she returned to the bedroom,
her one true love was sleeping soundly on the bed.
She began to move closer.
The quote playing over and over in her head was beginning to boom louder and louder.
She gazed down at her love in deep sleep.
As tears rolled down her face, she plunged the knife into her heart.
"If love doesn't want me to be with you, then my life means nothing..."
As she fell to the floor, the blood pounded out of her chest.
The next morning when her body was found,
there was a note written in blood.
"I finally got out." it explained.