It's just him, I thought to myself. He was just having a mood swing. I know he can get temperamental, I should have seen it coming. It's him after all.
I mean; everyone stabs everyone in the back sometime or another.
But when it comes to him he just takes it a little more literal.
He likes getting his hands dirty. Maybe just with more blood than others.
So this gash in my back, with blood pouring out, as I lay in the hospital bed...
...
Let's just say he can't use his words very well.
~~A/N~~
This is an extremely short story.
You guys can comment if you want me to make it into a full story.
Thanks :)
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Amy xx
*July2012
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