The Writer

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she is stumbling

darkness pulling at her legs

reaching tendrils of madness

there is nowhere she can go because

her best friend is dead

and he killed her

she should go to the police

because he's wrong

and he's broken

and dangerous

someone else will die

she could die

in fact

she'll probably be next

she knows his secret after all

it would be stupid for him to leave her alive

weak

and he is a monster

and monsters are not weak

he promised

she feels pathetic whispering the words

you promised me

she closes her eyes

and he is painted on the inside of her eyelids

beautiful

she doesn't realize she's crying untill she tripps

she stays there

on the ground

he can find her here

he can kill her

there's no way around it

she's already dead

a/n
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