Stories I've started/had an idea for, but will never end up writing.
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Summary
I hide. I hurt. I enjoy. But no one knows. None but me. This secret identity.
I'm insane. I'm hurt. I'm mad. But no one knows. None but me. This secret identity.
1 Derran
Squeeze. Harder. Harder. Let that tension out. Squeze the life out of it. Watch the life seep out of those eyes. She has stopped struggling and just barely twitches. Then her eyes roll back into her head, and I know she is gone. I don't want to let go, but I know hanging onto her will bring no satisfaction. It isn't possible to kill the dead.
I drop the body and step away. Someone will find her soon. I need to get away quickly.
Before I run, I look at her face. Dark brown curls frame a petite face that could be beautiful in someone else's eyes. She probably had a boyfriend or many people who wanted to be. She looks young enough to go to my school.
Then I turn and run.
2 Serena
My heart skips a beat when I hear the news. I didn't know Helen very well, but hearing about her getting strangled in an abandoned building would shake anyone's nerves. They don't tell us the details, but I hear the rumors fly around at school. According to the rumors, there's no motive. She wasn't even raped or anything. That's the kind of thing this city seems to be going through right now. Rape then murder. But she wasn't.
The school has an assembly where some policeman tells us the same stuff. Watch out for strangers. Don't get in their cars. Always be with a friend. Yell "STRANGER DANGER."
It seems like all they're saying is follow the rules.
That's what I try to do. I'm the good girl. Never had a boyfriend, never gotten in bed with a boy, never gone any farther than kissing a boy in the corner when we played Spin the Bottle in fifth grade. I get all As and Bs. I have friends, have fun. My parents are together. They don't fight, don't curse, don't drink, don't do drugs.
My life is so average it's boring.
It's not really average. Am I normal? Am I weird? I have no idea. It seems normal to have something go wrong in life. Maybe it's just waiting to come.
Then I kind of just skipped to the next chapter.
3 Derran
I lay in bed. It's been two nights since the kill.
Murder.
Thinking about it still brings satisfaction to me. Imagining my hands around something so squeezable. Crushing the windpipe. Thumbs digging into the skin, just breaking it.
Basically I was going to make the girl and guy fall in love, but I wasn't very inspired after this.
