there was a different vibe i noticed as i walked into school the next morning.
posters.
posters.
posters.
everywhere. posters of a girl named evian brooks. she was missing. instead of feeling sympathy for the girl i killed a few hours ago, i had the sudden urge to laugh.
her parents named her after a bottle of mineral water?
the posters said if anyone had any clues leading to her location they should call the number under her picture.
i knew her location but i wasn't about to call.
she was all around us.
a strand of her strawberry-scented hair was in my backpack.
her blood was covering my clothes at home.
her body was somewhere in an abandoned parking lot my dad helped me find.
her spirit?
let's keep that a secret.
YOU ARE READING
empty december.
Teen FictionA short story on the trials and tribulations of a depressed teenage psychopath. LOL, SERIOUSLY. DON'T READ THIS SHIT. I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS JUST STARTING OUT WITH WRITING. IT'S CRAP. SERIOUSLY, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
