Random

creative

So, me and my friend @trinastics were talking about two of our so called friends. One of the friends being my "best friend" they arent very good friends, they are kinda back stabbers.
I'm going to change the names to Lily and Makayla
This is how the conversation went~

Oh. What about Makayla?

Ignore her. If she wants to be like that let her. I don't get it either. Lily says "I'm so sick of Makayla like I know what love is." Blah blah blah
And yet they had a sleepover. Ugh

Ugh they are backstabbers

Yes they are. And I hate it so much.

I know. It hurts too tho

Yeah. Blood pouring everywhere and you know its fine for good. And yet you have to pretend that even though there's a hole through you that everything is okay but after the trip to the surgeon, you have yet to tell them that they are murders but you can't do it.

Yeh..

Heyy kids wanna hear a story? Make sure you get good friends and then you wont get stabbed and die. The end.

Yeh. Die emotionally. Cause people won't let you die physically.

No. they just torture you.

And they cut and leave you there to bleed.

And you can't move.

And eventually you bleed to death.

You can scream from the tears choking you, and you just...Bang. Die.

Yeh.

Nice conversation like let's talk about backstabbing friends.

I know
You can tell we are writers tho, the way we said that.

Yup
Yeah... Just kinda thought of what happened and bam. Story like.

Yeh Lol.

Srsly though. I don't wanna see their future.

I do. It's gonna suck for them.

Yeh. And they're gonna like I'm just kill everyone until no ones left. Its an endless and escape less game.
and I don't wanna play but I already am.

Yeh same.

No where to go. No where to run. No where to hide. One place to be seen. One place to be.

And that one place is the battle field.

Flat land, could see a person if miles away.

No places to hide. Except behind your best friend. But just when you believe they are your best friend. Bam. They stab you.

And to think you thought that they would be there to protect you, they're the person you need to hide from.

And your stuck. Confused where to go. Confused on who to trust and who not to trust.

And for a split second you think it'll be fine, that it was a mistake, but you see the grin on their face and know it was an act all along.

But even tho you know they can't be trusted, you go back to them when they need you.

Only to get stabbed once more. And again you go back and again you get stabbed but you can't resist. You are being forced back.

Its like you forget everything and then you remember, once its too late.

And your mind keeps getting erased and you go back.

And you being used, but you don't care.

But you do care, you just don't know what else there is to do.

Exactly. And by this time your so used to it.

You wouldn't notice if you tried.

THE END