Through Her Eyes

Through Her Eyes

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"What is this?" he hissed inching towards me, his eyes darkened as his lips quivered. I stood dumbfounded as I stared back at the note laid in-between his fingers. A poem, it was a poem. One I had left within my daily journal, however I would've never assumed he would pry onto my privacy for such a case. Did he actually believe that I was capable of...murder? "I don't know what you are talking about." I uttered staring back at him. My voice was shaking, lips quaking as I clenched my fists. His face lightly contorted into that of disgust before he shoved the note on my chest, with force, I tippled backwards, only finding myself nestled by his bed. My chest began to pang harshly as I looked up at him. He remained livid, as a tear droplet wound its way to his cheek. It was evident through his stance and light brush of his head. However I only stared back at it, I didn't want to open it, because I knew what was in it. Dance of the Century What be this melody, That draws me in so, With naught but its beat, And my feet to it doth go? It is so familiar, So seductive, so alluring, Yet only I seem to be in tune, As others gaze upon me, fearing. Mayhap I have not forgotten, Despite my faulted upper mechanics, The dance of the century, Dance Macabre, where all must dance, Until their souls set free. - To Andrew His eyes bore into mine, as tears glistened at the edge of his eyes. "What the hell have you done." he whispered with his manner of accusation weighing heavily in the air.
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Taylor Vanessa Ryan. Her black leather jacket helps her hide her bruises, each one of them done by her father. She works at a bar as a dance teacher, just to gain cash to get away from her secrets. To get away from the world. All she wants is for everyone to leave her alone. Yet James McDaniels can't stay away from her. Specially when he's drowning in a deal that has to do with her. Bruises, Lies, Stalking, Cover ups, Parties, Hospital trips, Forests, Pole dancing, Running away, and Maybe just a bit of love... 《Carmen's body stopped struggling. The bubbles forming from her air stopped and the water became still. Fred stood there in shock. He was as afraid as me. And I was practically shitting my pants. Taylor let go of Carmen's head. Carmen's lifeless body fell to the concrete floor with a loud thump. Taylor's hands were red even after she wiped them on her shirt. She picked up the gun and kicked Carmen's lifeless body. She took a step towards Fred and I. But I feared my own safety. My gun pointed at Taylor. She stopped walking her face going pale. She looked at Fred then at me. Her lips slowly turning into her usual smirk. "Go ahead. Kill me babe. Shoot me, dead. That way we can both become murders and rot in hell along with everyone in this basement." She took two steps closer. "Stop. I don't want to hurt you." I whispered. 》

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