Silence. The ticking of the never ending clock. Time truly is thief that you cannot escape. I imagine this is what purgatory feels like or maybe the slow descent into madness. I'm waiting for my verdict; my fate is in your hands.
For weeks we tortured that girl. That's what she was then; 'that girl'. If you give them a name they're yours, but use their real name and you've lost. That's what I learnt from Megan anyway. It was never my idea. Don't look at me like that, it really wasn't. So I can't be to blame can I? A soldier isn't considered a murderer for following orders- is he?
Megan hissed in my ear one lunch, "We need to teach that girl a lesson."
Why? I thought, but "How" jumped out of my mouth.
"We'll follow her- hunt her down. She needs to know we're watching. Where ever she goes we'll be there," Megan spat from her perfectly plump pink lips.
She licked them in anticipation, her eyes glistening at me. I shuddered at the sight of her.
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Finding Megan
Storie breviIrresistible, that's what she was. She had that thing- that thing you can't fake. You know the type? They walk in a room and all eyes are glued to them. Like they're a magnet or something and we're all hopelessly pulled in by the force. Collateral d...
