❝She fumbles with the gun in her shaky hands, pointing it towards her most hated enemy.
❝I HAVE ALWAYS HATED YOU! I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCKING KILL YOU!❞ She screams, and pulls the trigger.
The bullet ricochets from the mirror into the girl's forehead, immediately killing her. Her body swiftly falls to the floor, with the slightest smile carved into her lips.❞
Monday, June 11, 2018
7:40 A.M.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Insecurity
Poesía{ONGOING} Excerpts from a book that I will never have the time to write ❝Face down in the dirt She said, this doesn't hurt She said, I've finally had enough.❞ © The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
