Do I have to say goodbye?
Lucas is dead.
All my friends are dead.
No one is safe.
Rain can't stop.
He's a demon.
And I love him.
Why do I love him?
Why cant the black cards destroy the demon inside him?
Why can't I perish just like the others?
Why must I suffer?
I guess that's my punishment.
Living.
Living in agony, pain, horror.
Fear.
I guess now is goodbye.
I can see the knife, the terrifying look in his once green eyes.
It's no use, I can't stop him.
Blood.
My time is up.
Here's my question...
Why did you do it Rain?
Why did you crave my blood?
My love.
My soul.
Yet not my compassion.
Why?
Why Rain?
YOU ARE READING
Black Cards
HorrorDon't look at me, don't talk to me, don't fall in love with me. Or you will die. And one more thing. Don't touch the cards. ( A short horror story, enjoy )
