“I was an honor student,” a satanic smirk stretched beyond the boundaries of my cheeks.
Holding onto the knife, coated beautifully by the bright and liveliness of blood. Ironically, the blood was worthy of consideration and admiration, for its profound roots of life even when the host is no longer in the presence of life, but rather death.
I bit onto the inner walls of my cheek: “ I was i n n o c e n t .”
A thunderous laugh I elicited, In a courtroom, I would be--
Cries from the floor beneath, quaked the grounds I stood in.
“Why are they always in pain, when I’m having fun?” Rolling my mischievous eyes, I tug onto the pink leather gloves.
I glance at the gloves a final time and disturbingly remember the time when I was disgusted by it in my teens, but in the beginning of my years, it had been the bright apple of my obsession.
Had I devolved to my younger years?
God, I hope not, as the knob was gripped by my fingers and I began to work.
VOUS LISEZ
THE LONGEST WALK IN THE GARDEN
Horreurthriller/horror/suspense intros idk what they are, I just know there's murder and death so have fun and don't trip over a knife ✌🏽
