[ WP ] Write in the POV of a crazy/psychotic ex . Do not end it with murder .

I carved another lines in my wrist. 
 
 It's getting bothersome to cover it after more than several lines, but I ca n't stop. I'm getting addicted to the pain, to the salty and metallic feelings of my own blood down my throat. 
 
 I savored the taste as I watched the woman that once promised me her eternity kissed passionately with her new boyfriend. Oh, how I would like to taste her blood, drinking the very life she has promised me, but not yet, I must bid my time. I must not force myself to her, but she has to come running to me, as her last hope, and then I will watch her plunge to despair as she watched the last hope she clung upon crushed under my foot. 
 
 I bit my tongue. I must not laugh here, lest I would alert them of my presence. My heart was burning as the impudent man slid a shiny object down her dress, the sharp edges glinting on the moonlight. 
 
 Wait. Sharp edges? 
 
 I focused my senses. It's a transparent blade, glass, maybe? Eight centimeters long, ten centimeters handle. It was a glass scalpel. 
 
 My mind accelerated, as the shiny object moved slowly closer to the woman's body. *What the fuck! * I felt chill down my spines. But unlike my racing heart and boiling blood, my head was exceedingly calm, my senses reached heightened states, as if my whole life was a training for this exact moment. 
 
 Before I know it, my legs launched me to the two pervert, half naked under the crescent moon. I kicked the woman away, hitting her head on a nearby swing, knocking her unconscious. A crimson line scratched her abdomen, but far better than what could happen had I stepped in latter. 
 
 The man was furious, he started to swing his glass scalpel to me. Still high with adrenaline, I easily sidestepped his blade, but I ca n't keep it for long. I ca n't fight back either: my box cutter was left somewhere among the trees. 
 
 *Am I going to die here? As a pervert stalker that attacked random couples? * I lost my focus, the man's blade a blur for my eyes as the adrenaline faded and tears welling up in my eyes. 
 
 But suddenly he stopped, as a bright flash filled the dark night. A hand pulled my scarred wrist to the trees, a cold, small and soft hands, *her* hands. 
 
 `` For once I was thankful that you're an abusive boyfriend.'' she said while still running, amidst her ragged breath. 
 
 `` Seriously, you should stop attracting psychopath. I almost killed you, too.'' I threw my back at the grass as we reached an empty clearing far outside the city. 
 
 `` But it all turned out fine in the end, right?'' she followed suit beside me `` Thank you.'' 
 
 `` Nah, it's the least I could do, I mean, I would stalk you anyway so I might as well try to protect you, right?'' 
 
 `` What are you going to do now?'' she turned her eyes to me. 
 
 `` I do n't know. But police might be a good start.'' she rolled her eyes. 
 
 `` Do n't you want to be with me again?''
