Time is just the essence of the human body. You take a video speed it up, to the point where it's no longer there. And how time doesn't control us, but we control time, same as killing it doesn't control us we control it. Time is ticking slowly you're dying but you don't care, you don't pay attention to time but only the numbers.
And every time I kill I get one more secret to keep and one more body to hide.
I was walking down the road, happy but not to happy, like happy as if I just scored a free cookie at a store. I seen a kid sad that he probably lost some red balloon or something but then I noticed a cut, not a normal cut by a child at a park, but a cut a deep cut blood spewing out from every crack, wondering were this child's parents were at I decided to run over and help. "are you ok?" I asked then he died in my arms and knowing I had to get away before anyone could see me and blame me, I looked down and noticed he mouth wide open like he was trying to say something then he whispered "thank you" and I backed away.
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DARK SECRETS
Teen Fictionpoor Annabelle living a life as a seral killer, killing her victims one by one watching them all die slowly. but her life is slowly filling with dark secrets as no one noticed all the killings all the lies Annabelle's life will slowly fade
