PROLOGUE
Sprinting into the night with only the full moon as his light source, he halts under a street lamp and looks down at his bloody hands and blood drenched clothes. His hands shaking from adrenaline and fear as he attempts to wipe the blood away from his hands by rubbing them on his pants; only making things appear worse. His chest is rising up and down at a rapid pace for he can't believe what he just did. He looks around to figure out where he is and how to get home, and most importantly, if anyone saw the crime he had just committed. Feeling sickened by his own actions; he empties out the contents of his stomach onto the cold hard pavement, he sits down and scoots away from his mess, afraid that the horrid, burning stench of it will make him want to hurl again. His head in his hands as he weeps uncontrollably, she's nowhere in sight. Just him and himself alone in the dark, lost, afraid, and with a weight as heavy as a dump truck on his chest. From the lack of appropriate oxygen he slowly loses consciousness and drops back onto the floor with a thud and a single word escaping his lips. "Abby."
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Murder Me a favor
Mystery / ThrillerA short story about a guy named Jake who is a Jr in high school who has been approached by a girl named Abby. Who has a spine chilling favor to ask of him. But Abby isn't who Jake thought she was Can Jake follow through with her request? Or will he...
