She lay on her bed, blood seeping through her skin, a fractured rib. She knew there would be no doctor, no way for anyone to find out. She knew she would not be saved. From the outside, Isabelle Thompson had the perfect family. A protective brother, a hard-working father and a nurturing mother. Everyone knew who they...
"If I died, would you come visit my grave?" I joked, gesturing around us to the open graveyard. His lips lifted into a sinful smirk over perfectly white teeth, a malicious smirk that should've sent me running the other way, but didn't. "If you were ever in a grave, Samantha," He paused, running his eyes down the lengt...
"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meanin...