stained ;; myg

nine;;

you know, i know you hate me.
i killed your friend's best friend and made him sad. i nearly killed another friend of yours.

yes, i know you hate me.

very much.

but i simply chose not to believe that you do. i chose to believe that i'm just a normal person in your eyes despite all the bad, crazy, insane things i did to every little innocent people who i don't even know of. i chose to believe that you're my friend. i chose to believe that you'd always stay by my side.

i chose to trust you.

i chose to believe that you'd like me too.

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news article;;

September 7, 2017

it's been months
since the killing
spree had happened.

suspect still not
found.

guilt took over me as i closed and exited the website. i should tell them who the suspect is, but i chose not to. i'm afraid that she'd hate me like i do. i don't want that.

i hate her. i really fucking do. so much.

but, i also love her. i really fucking love her. yes, it's idiotic to love someone who's insane, killed their own family, and took the lives of many innocent people.

but, love doesn't have its limits.

i sighed and went to my room.

"yo," she greeted me. i looked at her, she's as beautiful as ever. "hey," i greeted back and lied flat on my bed. i draped my arm over my eyes and sighed.

i feel her looking at me. "when are you going to kill me?" i asked out of the blue. "wh-what?" i looked at her with dull eyes. "when are you going to kill me?" she looked to the side. "oh, um, i heard you the first time," she said. "i don't feel like i ever will."

"why not?" i looked up the ceiling. "personal reasons," i heard her mutter. "i'm gonna take my leave now," i hear her stand up from the chair and walk out the balcony. "i want to know why," i said to myself.

what personal reasons?

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a/n:
mhm yes hi. ok i ran out of ideas so sorry if this is sht.