We used to meet at the swings; just me and him. The night before my birthday we decided to meet. I was wearing the dress he bought me as an early birthday present. The white fabric flowing just above my knees. I slipped out of my window and onto the tree branch.
I was making my way through the town, down the intertwining roads and through the dark alleyways. I was two blocks away from the park when I felt the cool metal sliding onto my neck.
"Scream and you die!" He warned. But it was too late. The knife was plunged into my throat before being shoved into my stomach. I fell to the ground, the entire would turning into a black abyss. I guess I never really made it to the swings...
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Every night I watch from a far as he sits on the swings, not letting anyone take the one next to him. It's been 3 years since the night I died. It's been 3 years since he's had a girlfriend. I know that deep down he knows I'm still here and that deep down he knows that I'll be waiting...
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One-Shots
Short StoryThese are just some stupid one-shots I've decided to write when I'm bored and can't be bothered updating one of my real stories. (None of them are going to be sexual if that's what you're looking for) Also most of the covers are by 'mettlesome' so y...
