They were here. On my...house. Emely went first. She was scared. I could hear her shaking. She looked around her, with her hands crossed. Then I was like a stupid staring at the beautiful angel that was entering through the door.
She was an angel. Dressed in black. An angel with a mystery secret. She go upstairs, taking a look at the house. It was a shame. The first girl that wents into my house and all was dirty. Shame on you, Grayson. Shame on you.
I followed her, letting the door close behind me.
She was beautiful. And the beauty of her butt make me smile and look down while walking the dirty stairs. She get to my room and stayed in the edge of the door.
"I know that you are here..." She said. Then I stopped and frowned. She turned around and look at me. She smiled widely, making me more confused. Can she see me? How?
"Excuse me?" I asked her. To make sure that she was talking to me. But what an idiot, of course it was to me. She nodded, still smiling widely. I smiled and when I took a look at her hands, my mind realized why.
This beautiful creature that was an angel was also like a demon. She was a suicidal. In her beautiful and pale wrists, she had some marks. It seems like she tried to cut herself. Then I look back at her eyes.
"A suicidal. Great." I smirked. She laughed and looked down. Blushing maybe. Yes. Blushing.
"And what? Did you...killed yourself or...?" she asks.
I nod, looking down. Yes, I did killed myself. But that is another story.
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BEING DEAD.
Spiritual“Have you ever asked yourself...how was being dead? Well, catch his answer from me. My name Grayson Miller, a homicidal and...I was dead. It was fun.” There was no rules for this guy. He walked down the streets of the city that never sleeps, he danc...
