proluge

35 2 2
                                    

my heart stops.

im sweating a lot even though the basement floor is really cold and sturdy.

harry is on top of me, trying to chocking me to my death, my vision goes bad and everything is blurry. I reach for my chest, slowly and there is blood on it.

i rest my head and my eyes shut for good, the man i loved was a killer, a treacherous killer who had never loved but use me.

tapeWhere stories live. Discover now