My boyfriend, Jacob, and I went to the Valentine's Day dance. We danced and danced. We had fun and we hung out with all of our single friends just so they wouldn't be alone. Afterwards I called my mom to ask if I could go over and stay a Jacob's house. She said ok. We were just laying in the bed talking and cuddling. We fell asleep. Suddenly Derek, a guy that likes me (more like he was obsessed with me), bursted in and captured us. He took us to an abandoned warehouse where he told us that if we didn't cooperate our families would die. After long hours of protesting we gave in. "This my love," Derek spit out with his usual, and creepy sounding, lisp, "is an injection that can make anyone immortal. I know what you're thinking," he said in a know-it-all tone while pacing in front of us,"'immortal? That's impossible!' Well, surprise! It isn't." He walked up to me first and injected it into my arm. It didn't hurts at first, but then it felt like there were bugs with razors for legs crawling under my skin. I started screaming and everything turned to black. I woke up to find my self in a room with a chair, a small metal table to the right of the chair, and three different cameras facing the chair. I had a bad feeling about this. Somewhere to my left a door opened and someone on the other side pushed Jacob into the room roughly. "Ok," said a voice loudly from a hidden speaker, "Layla, I want you to strap Jacob into the chair." "Go to hell!" I screamed in protest. "Now, now, Layla," Derek said to me as though you would to a dog, "I have the one thing can kill your precious boyfriend." He must have seen the surprise register in my face. "Oh, you thought that since you both were immortal that there wasn't a single thing that could kill you? There is something and I'm currently holding it in my hand, so do as a I say!" "I'm so sorry for this," I whispered to Jacob as I strapped him into the chair. "Now," Derek's booming voice said,"look on the table" I turned and gasped. I hadn't even noticed what was there. It was an assortment of knifes. Not kitchen knifes, these were razor sharp, the kind you would use for crafts and precision. I picked one up and plucked it's paper thin blade. I dropped the blade and stared in amazement at my thumb. I barely touched it and my thumb was covered in blood. That wasn't what surprised me though, I was healing. Within seconds the slice was gone, the only trace of if was the blood that had spilled off my finger. "Now you know what those sharp babies can do. Choose one, whichever one, and put it to your boyfriends arm. Start skinning him. Don't worry, it won't kill him." "If I do this we won't die. If I don't we will. It's going to be excruciatingly painful." "Do it," Jacob whispered back to me, his voice barely wavering. I put the blackest blade to his skin and began. Jacob's screams filled the warehouse. He screamed with every stroke. He screamed when my tears fell on his bare muscle. His blood went everywhere. He didn't pass out like I wanted him to. By the time I finished skinning him his voice was gone. At least he was already healing, then the pain would be over. The next day, actually for the next week, I would wake up to Jacob fully healed and be force to skin him again. The second week he could heal faster and I would be forced to skin him two, three, sometimes four times a day. Every time I skinned Jacob I could see the fear in his eyes. For the first couple times the fear was of Derek, after about three days he feared the pain. But the last couple times the fear I saw was fear of me. One day the routine changed. I woke up got ready to skin Jacob but then Derek came on the speaker. "Time for a little change up," Derek said enthusiastically,"Layla, your turn." He turned the speaker off. For the longest time it was just silence. Then Jacob spoke up. "We have to do this. He'll kill us both." I nodded my head as I climbed into the chair. After he strapped me in, he grabbed the blackest knife and started at my arm. Oh my god! The pain! It was worse than anything I've ever felt! I tried my best not to scream, so I wouldn't make Jacob feel even more guilty. I didn't start screaming until he was done with both my arms. When he started my stomach i passed out. I woke up the next day in my cell fully healed. I went to Jacobs cell to wake him up so we could get the day over with. I watched him as we ate our measly breakfast. He seemed different, like he wasn't scared anymore. He looked ...happier in a way. I wasn't scared of Jacob, not yet. The first couple times he skinned me I could see the desperation in his eyes. But eventually he grew to like it. He would laugh at my screams, take joy in seeing my tears. One night I stayed awake until I had fully healed. While Jacob was sleeping I ran. I had no clue where the warehouse was, but anywhere was better than here. I couldn't stay in the place where I was constantly tortured by a monster that looks like the boy I loved. I saw a street and started jogging along it, not knowing that I was being followed. A couple hours past, it was around 2am when I stopped to take a small break That's when I heard him. I turned around and I saw his face. The face of the wonderful guy I loved, the guy who no longer existed. I tried to run, to get away from the pure malice in his eyes, but he grabbed my arm. "Layla, don't leave me," he almost sounded like himself,"I love you." I stopped struggling, we hadn't said those words to each other yet. I looked him in the eyes, but I didn't see the kind, warm, brown eyes I expected. I saw cold, stone colored eyes that showed no emotion but hate. I got free of his grip and started running again, but I was still weak from earlier. He tackled me to the ground and straddled me. He pulled out a knife. It wasn't one of the ones that was on the tables everyday. This knife bigger, with jewels in the handle and I felt like it had its own aura. He then turned it to where the tip was pointed against my heart. "Remember how almost two months ago Derek told you that he had a 'magical' weapon that could kill us?" I nodded slowly, trying not to anger him. "This is it. I slipped one of the torture knifes into my pocket earlier. I went into Derek's office and slit his throat." He paused looking at the knife as a creepy grin slowly grew on his face, "He was so stupid to leave this knife out in plain sight in his desk," he said while twirling the knife in his fingers while chuckling and slightly shaking his head. "This knife will hurt worse than the other ones since it's made to kill us. I have to stab your heart to put you out of your misery, sorry my love." He pushed down on the knife and began to carve out my heart. The pain seemed to never end. He was right, this blade hurt worse than any of the other ones that he had used while I was in the chair. I was still conscious, sadly, when he finished cutting out my heart. He held it in his left hand, the dagger in his right. He drew his right hand back as though to stab my heart. Right before he could stab it he changed. Confusion showed in his face and disgust when he realized what's he was about to do. "I love you" he said as he drove the dagger into his own chest. I lost consciousness when he dropped my heart. "Wake up," someone whispered,"Layla you need to wake up." It was Jacob, but how? He was supposed to be dead. I opened my eyes and it was true, Jacob was alive. We were in his room. As though we had never left. I was happy, but then I remembered that he drove that dagger into his chest. I jumped away from him to the other side of the room. "Layla, what's wrong?" He asked, he seemed truly concerned. "You're supposed to be dead!" I yelled at him. "What?!" So I told him the story. I told him everything. About how I tortured him and he tortured me. How we were immortal, how he drove the only thing that could kill us into his chest. I told him that the dagger must have missed his heart. "Layla, it was all a dream. Come here." He threw the blanket off of him and got up. I screamed, then he smiled and kept walking towards me. I could see the hardness in his eyes just as well as I could see the blood on his shirt.