I used to dream about butterflies flying in the garden. little did they know they are going to get caught by children tear up their wings then leave them to death. I used to dream about snakes inject their prey with venom make them weak and consume prey three times larger than the diameter of their head. I used to dreams about my family, they passed away when I was a little girl. well... at least that's what I've been told. I vividly remember that night police knocked the door and brought the tragic news. that mom and dad were found in the lake with the bullets in their head and my older brother who was claimed to be a suspect was murdered in jail.it all happened when the Wildes came into our lives.
most species bare their teeth as a threat as a display of aggression of leadership it is a reminder that these clenched jaws can and will open your yielding throat. it's either eat or be eaten. I'm Hayley Walker and letting me in will be your last mistake.
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White Lies
Non-Fiction"My name is Hayley Walker, nice to meet you Mister Wilde." As he took my hand met with his sinful lips. And that's the beginning of justice.
