"what doesn't kill you, fucks you up mentally." - unknown
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I could tell who it was by his white blood-stained hoodie.He looked amused by the pain this guy brought to me. I don't even know if this guy had any clue that there's a creep watching us.
He's choking me and I couldn't gasp for air. I pushed him back with all my might but failed, terribly.
As I was being choked to death, I trailed my eyes up and down and his knife was in his pocket.
It was a game of 'would you rather'.
Would you rather kill him or let him kill you?I reached for it desperately and once I grabbed I kicked him in his nut and stabbed right through his chest. He realized what I've just done and fell forward, making us both fall down the stairs. I forced myself to stop rolling and held onto the railway. My vision blurred.
My head hurts and I couldn't focus on what was happening. I felt foggy and unsteady.
As I stood up, I couldn't balance myself properly.
The insane man lied dead on the ground and Jaw stand next to him, starring at me with a shock expression. He should've never fell forward, he wouldn't have died.
I was only on the tenth stair and its out of twenty.
I stood where I was - not moving an inch. And I began to walk downstairs slowly.
My heart was pounding faster the moment I reached the body which lies dead. I slid my back down the walls and curled into a ball and began to cry my eyes out.
No one would forgive me if they found out. They'd think I'm a criminal instead, just like what Devon and Nina thought.
Jaw sat next to me and broke the silence.
"Why'd you kill him?" He asked, but I couldn't find any words to say.
"Isn't it the right thing to do?" I asked. "He's attacking me physically. Everyone would understand."
"You sure about that? No one is going to think your insane." I nodded.
"Well, then I guess you don't need my help covering your tracks." He got up to leave.
"Wait." He paused. "I need your help, please."
He nodded, and picked up the body.
"No one will know but me and that's why you should be careful." He states and left. What did he mean? Is he planning something against me?
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*Images flashed through my head and I couldn't focus at school. I am going hell for this.
"Hey, Eleanor!" Devon cheered and I shook my head, smiling.
"What's up?" I asked, finally taking a bite of my chicken sandwich we ordered from subways
"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to come with me to one of my friends party on Friday." He asked, sitting down on our bench under a huge old tree.
"Um." I stuttered. "I don't do parties."
"Come on," he whined. "Just for me please please please."
He begged until I finally give in.
"Fine." I said, annoyed. "But don't be surprise if I look like trash." Actually, I only accepted because I needed a way to stop thinking about what I've done. This might make me feel less guilty than I am.
"What do you mean?" He asked, grinning.
"I mean, that I am not wearing a dress." He gave me a surprised look - like he doesn't expect me to say this.
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Fanfiction(The Boy Who Murdered Love" I fell in love with the boy who murdered love and broke every piece of my black stoned heart. {Will be going through some major editing soon..!..} WARNING: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN!