I fell off my bed a minute too late,
It would've been pretty if I had dropped down at the minute of 15 but he had to choke me. I blame him for not understanding the aesthetic of time.
I rubbed my eyes and it fluttered open, staring at the thing under my bed. Staring back at me, its dead eyes remain opened, undisturbed by the need of blinking. Slowly, its dry white lips opened up and breathed a word.
YOU ARE READING
Before Dawn
Mystery / Thriller"A short story about a girl in a broken home going crazy in less than a night." -a really short story -it may be funny at some points cz that's just the kind of person i am -english isnt my first language so pardon me if i make some mistakes -story...
