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"cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind."
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My depression worsen after school has finished, which was only three days. Nina has always been there for me and for once I think I can say at least the trust someone in this very cruel world who has rotten everything I had dreamed in life.
"Just promise one thing." I said, resting the cigarette against my lip.
"Sure. What is it?." She asked, dazed.
"Promise not to tell Devon about my feelings for him." She frowned, wondering what to say. Maybe now I can say I shouldn't have trusted her. He'll think of me as a freak!
"I promise." She said, frankly. And with that her last words to her totally psychotic friend, she left.
"What should I do to keep our friendship from collapsing?" She thought, walking down the streets.
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(Nina P.O.V) A week later ~
"Why can't I pay her a visit?" Devon asked.
"Because ah- she's dru- ah she's having sex." I yelled, loudly. Out of all the reasons I could've used that came out.
"What?" He yelled back. His expression was unreadable but his vocabulary were very understanding. And maybe I should say the sentences because it might offend you- well it did offend me.
"I don't know! That what she said." I tried not to laugh as I realized what I just said. He grabbed me harshly and dragged me to his car.
"Where to?" I asked, slamming the door quite hard than expecting.
"To beat that son of a bitch." He said, reversing and I closed my eyes.
"Eleanor isn't a son of a bitch-" he cuts me off, angrily.
"Ugh, the guy." If only he knew.
I finally opened my eyes- just joking I had it open the entire time sticking my head out like a dog with his tongue out.
I ran Eleanor house door blocking the entrance. He gave me a confused look and moved to the other side but I was quick and next thing you know it- I was his reflection. I act upon everything he does.
"You can't go in there!" I yelled. "There making love. Can't you hear?"
He picks me up by waist and place me behind him. He burst open the door and ran to room like a fucking idiot. I couldn't blame him for his acrimonious actions, it was all my fault that made him angry.
I ran to the living room, waking Eleanor up repeatedly. You
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Creepy pasta
Fanfic(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!
