Mariahleigh Bechtel-Occhi
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Her
As I sat there on the beach, seeing Nayeli’s body swiftly being carried away by the current of the river, I wondered how long I would last without her. I knew I couldn’t simply move on. Things would never be the same. To be honest, in our short time together she had taught me so much. The changes that came with being her friend were more than apparent. Nayeli wasn’t a good person though. I was drawn to her because of the way she made me feel. I felt purpose with her. I had always just wandered through life aimlessly, hoping one day something big would happen to me and give me a reason for living. Nayeli lived life with resolve. I think it would be painfully typical to say she’d lived every day like it was her last, but she truly did. Everyone and everything were a chance for excitement. Being with her was like always being at the top of the rollercoaster right before it falls. She was fire and she lit up everything in her path. I was one of the things in her path and I was ignited. But just like everything must go up, it must come down. She scorched my life, and so I killed her.
By Mariahleigh Bechtel-Occhi3 years ago in Horror