When I got home the first thing I saw was her naked, sprawled, cut open body. If I would've been there, maybe she wouldn't have had to deal with that pain. She took her hand off my forehead, and leaned in close to me. She dug her nails deeper into my stomach. She started to giggle.
She told me that this was the only way to make it up to me. She started to drag her nails across my face slowly, and cut my cheek open. She cut me open, and tortured me like she was. When she was done she closed my eyes whispering, "...over and over..." I was back in the darkness I tried so hard to get out of. The darkness I deserved for what I did to her.
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Mistério / Suspense****THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE WALKING DEAD I COULDN'T THINK OF ANOTHER NAME**** After, his 22 birthday, Daryl kept getting the feeling of deja vu. Not the occasional deja vu, it was an everyday thing where everyday felt like he had already liv...
