"I killed him. I killed Mark. I killed Andy. So many others. I fully own every damn piece of this," I say in tears, crocodile tears, before the sentencing. "I finally fully understand the gravity of what I did. I wish I could go back and redo this. And I wish ... I wish I would have just burned that damn dress." Then I get dragged away screaming and crying by the court-ordered police escorts, only because I am a "dangerous criminal" who "can't be trusted alone". Finally, I woke up, screaming, from my worst nightmare. I have killed two men and my subconscious thinks I will kill more. Can I blame it? I really am a dangerous criminal who cannot be trusted alone.
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Her wedding sucked but continued to go downhill from there
Ficção GeralA woman kills her fiance and then has to continue killing to cover it up and we end with a super surprising plot twist that no one sees coming. Almost exactly one year ago, I started this story and forgot about it. I was going through my Google Docs...
