I was laying in bed, and I cannot, for the life of me, sleep. I don't know why I can't.... it could be the boy. Or the sirens I hear from literally 5 miles away from me. Ever since I was young I had good hearing and it sucks. Especially, at night.
The sirens suddenly get closer. And louder. And, there's a dude on my tree.climbing upward towards my window, he hops in window and you would not believe it when I say it's Charlie Glencoe! The sirens pass as he shushes me and covers my mouth with his shockingly bloody hands.
I wipe my face and think WHAT THE FUCK.
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Until death do us part
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