The time at the park was a message, I don't know what for but it was a message. How that boy said thank you, why? Why would he thank me I didn't do anything.
It was a lonely day, it was dark and rainy, clouds float over top of my head,
I was wet from the rain, bloody from the body In Front of me, blood spilling out from his mouth, his life less body in my hands, death stares back at me. And at this point you would think I'd feel bad, but I feel good, the feel of the knife in my hands, the blood running down his neck and on to my hands, the silence, I love it, I love to kill.
The blood so smooth as it touches my hand and onto the ground, slowly dripping from his mouth, were alone no one around just me and the dead boy.
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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
