"After they opened all the doors, I made it the outside." Blake is staring into my eyes, and I cant help put pour out all that transpired on that day. "There was a big fight. Most of the others were shot and killed. Some made it out. I only just got out, but I was also shot."
"You were shot?!" Blake asks, his voice betraying the concern in him. He does care. Someone actually cares about me.
"Yes." I say, smiling. "would you like to see the scar?"
"Umm, sure" he says as he takes his arm from off of my shoulder. The comfort has stopped flowing, but I'm not worried. The source of it is still here. I get up and standing in front of him, I pull my shirt off. His eyes widen, his face is white as I stand in front of him, topless.
"Are you ok?"
To be continued ;)
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Haunted
Mystery / Thriller"I know I shouldn't be here. I know its stupid. But if I back out, then I'm a coward, and I am no coward. Theres only one thing for it... I'm going in..." ok, this was originally an idea from a friend for how to get over my writer...
