you made me promise that i couldn’t tell anyone, and i even pinky promised you. you told me i had to be careful and not to answer the doors or answer unfamiliar caller id’s. you set a rule of guidelines to follow by until everything became calm again.
but there’s this thought in the back of my mind that scares me every time i close my eyes.
you’ve killed before.
just imagining you taking someone’s life was so unpleasing and it made me get chills every time.
i tried to push the thought away, but i couldn’t.
i couldn’t.