Short storys

where is the trust

One question. That is all I have left. Why do people kill? I wish I could have asked this before Monday August 29th 2017; but i didnt and now im here. Where is that you might ask; honestly im not entierly sure myself. All i know it that its not earth, heaven, or hell. Its almost like a void with no end. I can still think and speak but im alone. How did i get here... I died. I was walking home from school in my small town on the middle of no where oklahoma. As i was turnning on the cornner of 5th and main a truck i new all to well pulled up beside me. It was my boyfriend mathew galahan. I thought i knew this boy but aperently after 4 years(12-16) i didnt know him the slightis bit. He offerd a ride home and of corse i accepted, why wouldnt I? I belaived he was the most trustworthy person outside of my family. But boy was i wrong. I started gettibg worried when he drove past my house. I asked what he was doing and he said he wanted to show me a cool spot he found to smoke weed together. So i cooled my nerves and rode to this "spot". Little did i lnow this spot was his place of fun. By that i mean murder. We walked for about 15 minutes till we came to what I thought was an abandoned shed. We walked in and he turned on a flash light. Blood coverd the walls. And puddled the floor. I screamed. He blocked the door and locked it. He pulled out a knife and stabbed my straight through the stomach. One blow. One fatal cut that is all it took to end my life. It went black after a few minutes of screaming and now im here.