unbridled [completed]

twenty eight: m u r d e r e r .

"i won't press charge against you, lolita. but if you dare step your foot into..." i pretend to be indifferent and walk out of the door, refusing to interpret her expression. it takes every ounce of courage not to burst down in front of them.

the contact lenses.

                  midnight ebony.

                                the coloured hair.

                                                  charlemagne.

                                                                      elizabeth.

i burst down. i knew who the m u r d e r e r was:

                                         sheila. macintyre: my 'best' friend of four years.