(MidnightChildren05's story she gets all the credit. Stay fluffy my Kittens! -KittyKaitlynn)
I walk home alone today. My umbrella broke two days ago. So I walk alone in the rain, soaked to the bone.
I guess I'm not cut out for society. I guess I'm not ready for people. I guess I'm not alive in this place.
I miss the jingle of keys I'd go home to. I miss the warmth of home. I miss-I miss- I don't miss home.
Isn't it society who doesn't fit with me? Isn't it the people who aren't ready for me? Aren't I alive, I'm breathing right?
I guess there isn't anyone to question me anymore though... I turn to face streets and streets of dead, mangled bodies. Bodies littered the ground and hung from light posts.
I never did fill out my hobby on my resumes. This is my hobby, killing, sorry for being to late to tell ya.
YOU ARE READING
One-Shots and Short Stories
AcakThis is not a book. This will most likely be a collection of one shots and collabs that me and my friends make. They will most likely be very random and probably need explaining. Feel free to ask questions if you don't understand anything.
