What's a lie? What's a confession? What's the truth? In all my years of living i'd never actually looked up the definition of these words. You just know them either by someone telling you or you heard it somewhere.
There are words in the world that you know what they mean without having to look up the definition, its just facts. Like how its a fact that the world will one day end because it was proven. How? In the bible or by spectators or by believers of Jesus you name it, its jus facts.
Jus like how its a fact that i'm standing over a dead body, knive in hands, body covered in blood. It was a fact that I was looking into a pair of lifeless eye, dark unaware of what had happen.
I'd just committed a murder? Was I dreaming? Was this a lie? A truth? A confession? A trick? Would the eyes suddenly blink up at me and laugh. "Gosh, beth it was just a joke." I'd laugh and brush it off cause thats what jeff would say but he's not.
Jeff's eyes are still staring souless and they are not laughing. I let out a noise that sounded like a sob or laugh, I didn't really know what to do in a situation like this. Didn't really know how I ended up here or if I actually did the crime. No one really prepares you for this mainly because no one expects you to murder someone.
Time had passed and I was still clutching the knive, kitchen knive like i'd grabbed it in a hurry. At one moment I lost my balance and was on the ground in a pool of jeffs blood, bathing in it.
I reached up and touched jeffs face it was cold, the coldest thing i've ever felt. I began to shake violently realising fully what had actually happen. Jeff, my highschool boyfriend was murdered by me Bethany Stone.
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HorreurFrom the age of seven Bethany Stone had been able to see this shadow. This being that hainted her day in day out. Now seventeen she is caught in a series of events. She welcomes this shadow, this darkness. As the days goes by she finds herself in si...
