swear • r.w

// s i x t h //

The sixth day was the last day. She came into my room. She brought nothing, she just laid on my couch. “I didn’t leave straight away, yesterday” she spoke “I heard you whisper”.

All of these shelves, holding the things I’ve done, are driving me insane. There will be another moment we’ll meet again. I just can’t stand this insanity, whether it was you, or me. Or maybe it was both. I’m the snake now. You’re my medication. You’re my obsession.

I would do anything to make her scream. Because that way, I knew she existed; I knew she was real.

But I didn’t kill her, I swear.