Hello, here is my entry below. It has 197 words, and it was very inspirational so I tried a little bit darker approach. I also wasn't sure should I put comment here or link to the blog post so I am doing both. Link to entry: https://steemit.com/writing/@hidden84/my-first-time
MY FIRST TIME
I'm standing in front of a wall, looking at a simple message written a long time ago:
THIS IS MY FIRST TIME.
Below this statement, there is more text. I try to read it, aware of the tension that grows deep inside me. The words are red. They speak a strange tale. Somehow I feel I can believe them.
I'm trying to remember. I'm so confused. If the text is telling the truth, the dead woman next to me was my fiancée; it was the woman I loved endlessly and then killed her in cold blood.
It was her betrayal. I couldn’t bear it, but I was saved by the voice. It told me what should be done. This is my first time, I wrote with her blood after I stabbed her. After I learned that she lied to me about her first time.
The voice promised I will enjoy it forever. Since then I live this day again and again. Endless loop of justified sin and bloody text to remind me of it.
Soon, everything will start to repeat itself. I feel a bit nervous about that.
It will be my first time.