Allllright, pandagirl052 here you go.! My non-romantic story. Tell me how I did. Hold nothing back.! Hope you liiiike it ❤
After it happened, everyone tried to comfort me, and told me it would be okay. That everything would be alright in the end.
I sure hope it wouldn't.
Because little do they know, I was the one who caused the problem, and I had done it for a reason.
While a part of me wishes that everyone knew what I had done... the bigger, darker part of me knew I had to keep it a secret. So I let them console me. I let them pat me on the back and I cried onto my father's shoulder. I bawl and bawl and bawl because what I did is unforgivable by everyone except God himself.
His wife. She was his wife.
She needed out of the picture. She was ruining everything.
I hold my dad's hand as we wait through the service.
The front row. The very first pew.
I sit patiently, playing with the end of my new black dress.
It's funny, I didn't have a black dress to wear to this thing, but I should have known. We had to go out and shop for one. I tried on several different ones trying to find the perfect dress all while knowing what I had done. That I had caused all of this.
And it will always be in the back of my mind.
How I murdered my own mother.
But she wasn't my real mom, was she? No. My real mother is still single in New York City.
How could they have divorced? How could they have done that to me?
And then daddy got a new wife... And I... I was done.
So yes, I killed my father's wife. And I did it to get my parents back together. Dad will need someone to hold now that she's gone. And my mom is the perfect person.
But now... well the problem is that they won't stop till they find her killer.
And little do they know that that killer is me.
Hey hey, no romance. Come on, give me some credit. 😝
Any more prompts.?? Eh, eh, come on cr7worldsbest.... I'm just picking on youu...
Oh yeah, I edited this, so that why it's published again. 😲
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WRITERS BLOCK
RandomThis is where I will put the completely random, has nothing to do with anything stories that I create when I have writers block. I'll put out a stick (or two or three) and write based off what the stick says. Please don't judge me... :)
