Can we reach 300 by the end of this month?
Chocolate.
Fucking chocolate.
There were actually chocolates in her house,but she never told me that.
Wait,why hadn't I talked to Andy all this time? Maybe talking and seeing Andy more often will register his pure version my mind,and maybe drive this nightmare out who kno-
"Whatchu' doing?"
I turned around to see HIM, blood seeping through his shirt. Why is he always bloody? He is a nightmare version but I need to see this person clean,to finally unravel the angel behind this nightmare.
"Annie?"
His features changed,hair pulling itself back into a ponytail,the smirk he wore changed into a vacant expression.
Wait,a pony tail?
Only Leah has that,I blinked thrice and it was Leah,only she can call me Annie,if anyone else does that,I'll lose my shit.
"Hey," I walked closer to her,mentally checking that if she was HIM or not,
I stopped inches away from her. She looked at me like I was a remarkable study.
Shit,if I'm not mentally retained, then I shouldn't act like one. I slowly closed the gap by hugging her, I was holding her like she was my everything, because she was.
Say thank you for removing glass and babysitting you.
"Thank you,Leah . For everything"
The last words came out a bit late,but the sentence made sense.
I had a lot of questions, maybe questioning her would be the key to my existence.
For some fuckinh ng reason, this looks like girl version of Gerard Way's 'A splitting of the mind'
I
Am
Not
Copying
Any
Fucking
Thing!
YOU ARE READING
ANNE
General FictionLife has many questions,some which make sense while others don't. Some may risk your life,or some which will change your life in various ways,and lastly,some questions which may remain unanswered till life ends. Could a girl,around in her late teens...
