It is not about the destination, but it's the journey that matters most
My heart was racing. Who would have guessed that I would be going to possibly end a murderer, a.k.a the one who killed the best part of me, Allen. Sal decided to come along, probably because that meant that he would be sitting in the passenger seat. We arrived at the guy's house (45 Oakland Street). When we got there, I was 101% sure I was going to puke. "You will be fine, I think". The thing about Sal is that when you'rein a bad situation, he will try to be helpful, but he will only make things worse by adding "I think" at the end. "I'm not sure" I replied. Then, Sal pulled up a picture of the Nike symbol with the words "Just Do It" right below it. I took a deep breath, then exited Sal's cousin's Lexus. They drove a little bit, then they parked near the stop sign. I walked up to the front door. Once I got there, I was welcomed with a reek that almost killed me. I knocked on the door very slowly. After abouy a minute of complete silence, I gave up and walked towards the car. "I knew this was a long shot" I said, sadly. "How's about me and you, and Stitch, of course, go to the police station tomorow" Sal replied. I nodded, slowly, then Sal's cousin dropped us off at my haouse to play Call Of Duty, but I felt sad. Sad that I didn't do anything. But, that was what Allen would tell me to do. Then, later that night, my door opened, at 3:00 am.
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Beneath Me
Misteri / ThrillerI thought that it would be easy to forget about it. Maybe I should've known that going to White Castle at 3:00 in the morning was weird.
