The day she died was sickening. I couldn't even bring myself to look at her inside the casket.
July 17, 1985
Me and Julie went out for sodas at the roller derby today, they were half off. The way she spoke was condescending, terrible almost, yet when I looked her in the eye she looked terrified. We left soon after that, She had a "family emergency". I didn't get a call from her after that.
April 21, 1986
Where is she? I'm super stressed right now, it's been like this since she disappeared that day, between her parents sobs and the ruthless interrogation from the detectives, I was tempted to just tell them a lie to get it over with.
Where on earth could she be?
May 18 1986
They say they found her, at least what remained. When we went with her parents to go see the body at the funeral home, she looked grotesque, her bones out of place and sticking out where they shouldn't. I threw up that night, and the night after that.
June 2 1986.
As I walked up to the casket, I could here remarks of sympathy, for Me, For her parents, and for the love of her life, Michael. As I threw in the roses, he passed by me, tears evident in his eyes, yet they looked so fake. I swear on my life that I saw a grin, i knew something was up, but then I heard him say it.
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"It was a shame." "I See they never found the real body then."
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A Collection of short stories
RandomThese are just stories I thought up out of nowhere, because I decided I should start writing them down incase i got a really big idea.
