Wh-where was I?
I was vaguely aware of someone behind me.
"Stay quiet, or I will not hesitate to blow the brains out of your pretty little head."
Shit. Had I not felt the cold metal kiss of a gun against my temple, I would have made some kind of snarky response. It was literally on the tip of my tongue. But the threat lingered in the air, and I felt the pressure against my temple. So I shut my trap.
"Good idea."
How had I even gotten into this mess? I still have no fucking clue, and it kinda pisses me off.
Hewwo. Just a random, and very dark idea that spouted from my head in English today. I think at some point in the future I might continue this, but who knows?
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General FictionJust ideas I think of occasionally; this is gonna be filled with random ideas... If you like a story, please comment, and I might create a new book to carry it on with. As well as this, here will be where I do any sort of competitions (my own or oth...
