"they both killed themselves with what they thought were dreams of love and happiness. but they were actually nightmares of insanity."
*~*~*~*~*~*
he was close to killing him.
so close,
that he could taste the metallic red liquid seeping from the boys head.
he knew who he was.
m a r a ' s druggie of a brother.
that sick piece of shit.
who the fuck in their right mind takes a picture of their sister flashing them?
he gave her the pills.
he let her almost die.
he let her drug herself.
that was the first time she ever looked at him like that.
where her emotions showed,
but he didn't know which one.
the time has passed from the boy being taken away by an ambulance and i s i a h being escorted out of the school by teachers and police officers for questioning.
they couldn't harm him,
he was underage.
he had no family.
and he stayed quiet.
fumbling with his coat pocket,
he stood up and walked out of the room without further interrogation.
this was bullshit.
they still didn't care the m a r a left the school,
confused and alone,
after just passing out in the bathroom.
how did she deal with these people?
black mail?
force?
or did she actually enjoy their company?
he thoughts tried to kill him with questions,
and his already broken fist hit the brick wall out out every emotion he felt.
anger,
frustration,
sadness.
the swril kept going as his fists kept leaking.
his sreams got louder by the time he was done abusing himself.
and he fell.
straight into her arms.
sincerely, m a r a.
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Sincerely, Mara. {Wattys2015}
Short StoryStory #1 in the 'The Hourglass Effect' series. She forgot it was an act. That it was a lie. She forgot that she's broken, and can't fall in love. So she made him fall for her . Made him think she was perfect. But what she didn't know, was that the...
