13 Reasons To Forget You....

Guilts a killer

Three Weeks later

------------------------------------------------------ I'm standing in the middle of a sea of people, waiting for the rest of my boxes to arrive. "What is taking him so long" i muttered to myself as i shifted under the weight of the London rain pounding against my umbrella.

"Who knows?" said a ghostly voice whispering in my ear. I mentally rolled my eyes, "The better question is why are you here?" "Well as your my only friend- " "We are not friends" he only shrugged.

"Ouch that hurt but i bet not as much as the guilt of killing your only brother." I flinched at that, guilt rushing through me along with a tsunami of thoughts. Murder, killer, selfish bitch, sadist, idiot..... "P-please stop." i said while clutching my head, trying to make the grief and guilt stop throbbing my head. 

"Miss we finished loading the boxes outside your apartment i just wanted to tell yo- oh are you alright?!" I looked up to see a man who looked to be in his early forties, he was abnormally short with a big, thick, black mustache which jumped up and down while he talked. He reminded me of the Mario brothers from Mario cart.

"Um oh I'm fine uuuuuhh yeah thanks for asking." i gave him my best fake smile i could muster. "Oh alright, anyways may you please sign this right here." He was pointing to a black clipboard and handed me a pen. "Oh, sure." I put my signature down messily and handed the pen back to Mario-cart-clone person. "Alrighty then, have a great day miss." I seriously doubt that   "Bye"

I turn around and start heading towards the hotel lobby, making my way towards the elevator door and avoiding the fact that only old people use it. A couple starting to make their way up the stares and before disappearing gave me the evil eye. I know what they were thinking, Kids these days should learn the difference between walking and leaning. Psh well my answer is suck it losers! Imma couch potato and proud of it!! (my attempt at being cool).

When i finely reached the fourth floor i made my way to the door and after digging through my back pocket i found the key. I twisted it in the door and it creaked open, when i eventually got all my boxes through the door (Ten years later.)

i started unpacking my clothes then next started with the cutlery in the last box i open i see a set of glinting sharp butcher knives.

"Think how easily those knives can cut human flesh" he whispered near my direction while leaning against a wall. "I c-can not d-do that." even i could here that my voice sounded shaky and unsure. "Of coarse you can, wouldn't it be so easy to glide that silver edge across your wrists and end it all?" my hands were inching towards the knives slowly-

i then get interrupted by a quite taping against the door. "Shouldn't you ignore that?" i glare at his wispy form "nope".

I then open the door and find two chests in front of my face "Hello there my names Phil and we are your neighbours." "Phil why are we socially interacting with new people?" i tilt my head up and........

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HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! i shall watch you all suffer from this perfectly planned cliffhanger. *smirks evil-y while watching through screen*. XD
-Ty_lama

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