Andrea Suttles
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Pain
I never wanted to be a murder but here I was covered in blood. Earlier that day. Staring across the diner table at him I couldn’t be happier. I know I just met him this week but I felt like I had known him for the longest time. He sees my mind is somewhere else and asks me what’s going on. Oh nothing I say just thinking about how this is all so perfect. My smile fades and I think about how nothing is perfect. He grabs my hand and says nothing is perfect but with you it’s the closest I’ve ever felt. I smile again because he again has just basically read my mind for the hundredth time and I have no idea how he does it. Everything with this friendship seems so right. We are getting to know each other and actually hanging. We aren’t hooking up and we talk about everything. Everything is going great until the dreaded sentence that comes out his mouth. I need to tell you something please keep an open mind.
By Andrea Suttles4 years ago in Horror