Secret - The Pierces Songfic.

Got a secret, can you keep it?

Swear this one you'll save.

Better lock it in your pocket,

Taking this one to the grave.

If I show you, then I'll know you

Won't tell what I said.

'Cause two can keep a secret.

If one of them is dead.

I shook almost violently, my breath rapid. I turned and ran. Just ran.

I'm a coward, a bloody coward.

But I couldn't help it. I ran from my problems. I always did.

It was my nature to.

I almost couldn't believe what I had done.

It was horrible.

It was terrible.

It was the worst of the worst.

It was murder.

Or rather, manslaughter.

Murder or manslaughter. Which one was it?

Murder is when you kill someone with the intention to.

Manslaughter is when you kill them accidentally.

Well, I didn't mean to kill him.

Not saying part of me didn't want to kill him.

Just not yet.

Well, I knew I wasn't going to get caught.

I played with the loose strings of my gloves.

I adjusted the beanie that held my short hair.

I ran my fingers down my arms, feeling the smooth and undamaged skin.

I was safe.

They wouldn't find any of my D.N.A.

If they ever found him.

I looked both ways before running across the street, the narrow path, through the front door. I landed on the wood, closing it with as slam as I fell onto it.

I breathed heavily, the thoughts rushing back to me so fast.

The warehouse.

The secret meeting.

The words.

The raised voices.

The weapon burning the skin of my thigh.

The threats.

The curses.

The glares.

The gun.

The shocked look.

The pleading.

The begging.

The crying.

The trigger.

The bang.

The blood.

The life lost.

I inhaled a deep breath, making it look like I'd just drowned and had been brought back to life.

But I did drown. I am drowning. Drowned in my thoughts. They crawled up my throat like spiders, bugs, creepy crawlies.