Carter James was 5ft 4in with dark brown hair and hollow blue eyes. When people say they could drown in someone's blue eyes it's usually a good thing but with Carter it was like you were swept up and drowned while never realizing you hit the water.
Black was her favorite color. It painted her nails, was her cloths, and colored her soul.
Carter was not a good person. In fact she was a horrible person. She could look at you and see exactly what you loved, hated, and feared. She would cherry pick your weakness and dangle it in front of you. Of course she never meant to be this way no one ever does. She wasn't raised to be nice she was raised to be charming and I should have heard the warnings.
She breathed in pain and exhaled sadness as if it were the smoke from her cigarette. I remember she loved murder. Not the death, no she loves something more sinister. She loved the murderer and was captivated by their tales. By the fresh age of ten she was hooked. Like a drug addict she always needed her fix. A story, a show, or maybe a book as long as she could dig into the murderers head she was satisfied.
These are some stories of how I came to love and fear Carter James. I never regret knowing her I just regret not leaving her. All that's let are some hollow tales of the beautiful wreckage my best friend has left behind in her search for sanity.
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This will be a short fictional story of Carter James. She is an entirely fictional character and any semblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this story is to be copied or used on any other format without my permission. Lastly I hope you enjoy the book and let me know what you think.
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The Beautiful Mess of Carter James
Short StoryShe wasn't lovely. No that's not a word anyone would think to use. She was more like a car crash that captivated your attention and stole your imagination. She was my best friend. This is the story of the beautiful monster that was Carter James.
