Maze.

I'd never been to a maze. So when you finally took me to one I was happy. Another wonderful adventure to do as a couple. Something mysterious and fun. Something dead romantic. I felt so warm. I had this giddy feeling. Until I lost you in the maze and I got lost in the process.  I was scared.  This wasn't fun anymore.  I couldn't find you, I couldn't see you.  Then suddenly I found myself in the center and you were there. Waiting. You were smiling.  Oh, how I loved your smile. I felt safe when you hugged me. I looked up at you and everything was perfect.  Then you pierced my skin with a blade into my back.  I trusted you. As I pulled away you plunged the knife into my stomach. Did the spark in my eyes die as I stared into your soul? I tried to run but how far could I go being stabbed. You caught me and pinned me to the ground and I screamed as you thrusted the knife into my chest, continuously.  My blood splattered everywhere. I watched it stain your face. I watched it turn your teeth crimson, while you smiled.  You ruined the thing I loved dear. You betrayed me.  Even while I gasped for breath, pleading for my life. You grew impatient and strangled me. With the little fight I had left I tried to claw at your hands. My lips lost its blushing pink. The color drained down to my neck becoming dark purples and blues to leave a hand printed bruise. I fell into haze only to realize; I'm dead.