The knife lay on the floor, the steady sound of dripping punctuating the silence, which moments earlier was a scream. Stretched across the countertop if a figure, pale and deathly still. The dripping slows, becoming irregular. Nothing was out of place, the chairs, the tables, and all the kitchenware. All except the knife that sits on the floor, stained dark. The room is dark, and no one heard the last scream. A scream of pain, but also a scream of relief. It was over, finally. No more dripping. But, I couldn't see or hear or feel these things. Because, I was the one. I was the one stretched over the now bloodstained counter, dead.
A.N. I'm feeling really dark tonight... Mwahahahaha hah
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RomanceJust a couple of random scenes I wanted to write. If you want to, suggest stuff. I am not opposed to anything as long as it is relatively clean. ALSO: anything from these fandoms: Gravity Falls (for Misty) The Rise of the Guardians WolfBlood (for t...
