Start of a short story...

Here is the start of a short story I am attempting to write. Tell me what you think.

I was waiting for him outside, just 30 minutes earlier I had watched him taint the one I thought most beautiful. I cringe still at the thought of it. With every motion the knife in my heart twisted over and over! Now it was my turn to pull the knife out of my heart, and stick it in his!

The lover came out of the front door of the building. He adjusted his belt, and walked towards his car. Blood sprayed from a gash I created in the back of his head. The red spray covered much of the pavement, and the front of my jacket. I stuffed his lifeless body into the back of my car.

I still had his blood on my hands, I loved that. The gash I placed in his head was still oozing, created a crimson bath of my back seat. From past experiences I knew he was still alive. Barely. Deep in the woods I began dragging his body I wanted this to be special.

I reached to my ankle, revealing a knife. The moon light shimmered slightly off of the newly sharpened blade.