Four words have always plagued my mind. They were, "I want to die." They were always on my mind; either as a minor or major thought, they were always there. But now, it was all I could think of. Aside from those words, questions wandered. "When was he going to do it?" or "When is he going to kill me?" and much, much more. I had seen him kill countless people before but this time it was different. It was me, his lover; he was going to kill me. I wanted to learn so much more about the transformation, but time is running out. I have various questions but he said they'll be answered in time. But it'll have to wait until tomorrow, because he staring at me intently, telling me to go to bed.