20/11/1939
I have no choice but to do this, this is my last option. When ever I have tried to speak to anyone that have laughed in my face. Who ever is reading this it will be too late, I'm sorry.
When I was younger I used to play pretend games with myself, there would be a complete disaster and then suddenly I would come and save the day, but they stopped when I was eight, then I would make fun for myself by walking and collecting bric and brac. By the age of 11 I was into boys, some times I wish I could go back and tell my self no, men are evil monsters.
Some may stop reading now, if you do I can see why, what you are about to read may leave you breathless, it's beyond the human imagination...
YOU ARE READING
Then there was nothing
Mystery / ThrillerThe last thing she remembers as she climbed into the storm drain was the vicious wailing of the aeroplanes overhead. Then as she arose her heart dropped. Her life was about to change forever Lucy was 15 years old, when it happened...
