I didn't leave my room. I didn't pay attention to the countless sunsets and sunrises that passed. I didn't even leave my bed.
I stayed holed up in the four walls of my room for five days straight.
I felt the will to live slowly slipping away. I felt my sanity being drained from me completely as I stared blankly at the wall.
Maybe you were a sociopath after all, was I wrong? Was the feeling I got wrong after all?
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Cold Blood || jhs
Fanfictionin which a girl falls for a boy who claims to be a sociopath.