The next day, I finally found out my birthday. September 25. I was 17 years old. When you turned 18 you got to choose whether you wanted to leave or stay. Me and Abigail were going to live together in SmallBrook, a town a bit south of here. I felt like if I could learn to control when I saw those crooked red smiles, I would be fine. Fine. I would be, fine. Yes. I only had a few more days to go before I could be released, and Abigail requested to be released on my birthday. She's nice. She's not Jazmine.
After the few days were up, I got too choose whether to stay or leave. Leave obviously. Leave into the unknown, normal world. Even with all my apprehensions, I still did it. Abigail ran up to me and gave me a huge hug. After a short "party", I left with Abigail. I was barely able to keep it together with those red smiles and the black haze on th edge of my vision.
We reached an abandoned apartment building, and went to a lower basement room where we made our home. All of a sudden, we were cast out of our bodies. Abigail was dragged down by black hands, but I stayed. My body started to laugh, a red glint in it's eyes. Jazmine had taken control.
"Fool," she simply said. She walked over to Abigail, ripped open her chest and dug through her body, tearing it to shreds. I watched in awe as she ripped out a heart, and ate it whole.
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Little Miss Heart Stealer
HorrorIf you think this would be a nice story, read the title more carefully. I like to make things very literal. This is a different take, because all the other stories are from the potential victims in other books, this is a different spin on it, where...
