When I got home I went directly into the bathroom and threw my clothes on the floor. I began to scrub my body attempting to get the blood that seeped through my shirt off of my skin. I watched as the blood mixed with the soapy water and went down the drain.
I walked down stairs in a large t-shirt hoping that none of my family members would ask any questions. I sat down on the couch looking around the living room for my cat, Princess. I looked up to see my younger sister, Diona who intensely stared at me.
"Did Cam die?" Diona began "Was there a lot of blood? Ew did he stink? I heard from my science teacher that people poop themselves before they die."
"No Diona." I replied and then got up and walked up the steps before the questions could continue.
Diona was one of the most gore loving 11 year olds I ever met. She was also one of sweetest people I ever met. I hope no one ever changes her heart of gold, although I know someone will. I used to be the same way. So sweet, so innocent, so unaware and vulnerable.
I laid down in my bed pulling the covers over my head trying to get Camerons face from out of my head.
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Mind Bottles
General FictionA story a about a fat babe thats madly in love with a drug dealer. Love always comes with a cost, but is the price too high? Don't mind the shitty structure and lack of fancy words ⚠ Explicit Content Slowly Editing • Completed •
