She stood there in her red painted dress. Her classy white gloves that were now stained with scarlet red, was trembling. Her face had an insane expression; her glistening blue eyes were wide for all to see. She had a small crooked smile on her soft, pink lips. Blood splatters on her warm face, cheek and forehead. In her right hand, she clutched tightly a silver bloodied knife. She stood, in a dark alleyway in the dark side of town. She desperately tried to speak, but stuttered every word due to shock. So all she could say was one, measly word...
"Rekt."
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
My Vent place - A book for my bad thoughts
AcakDO NOT READ THIS - It is bad and horribly written and even I don't understand half the shit I've wrote in here. Major freaking trigger warning for everything because this book is a messy shithole. Whenever I need to vent to someone, I go here, a p...
