A murderer is all I see when I look in your eyes. Their deaths may not have been intentional. But they had happened because, of something you did or said. People may tell you it's not your fault. But you can see through the masks and deep down you know it was you. You feel guilt now but before you didn't care at all. Now is when you realise just how how horrible you have been. I have lost all respect for you in a matter of minutes. When I see you I feel sick. I am disappointed in myself that I thought you were a good person. All I see now is is a murderer. One who takes joy in seeing others in pain. I would never in a million years have thought you would turn out like this. Maybe you getting ski and being in a hospital is her revenge. She wants you to suffer. I probably would to if I was her. As you see I am not a cruel person. So I do don't enjoy your misery and sorrow. You want to know why I don't? Because, I'm not you, I don't find not joy in others pains and sorrows. I never will for as long as I live. One thing I know is for sure. I am not you in any way shape or form.
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Short Stories
Short StoryJust some stories that come from my mind. Or how I feel, a way to describe my point of view of subjects my friends go though. Let me know if you want me to turn any of these into stories.
