Hi everyone
This is my first story so forgive me for any misspellings.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Can you tell me what happened again?"
"For the third time I told you everything, why can't you absorb it into your thick head!" I exclaimed.
“Well you know what they say....”
“No! What?” I snapped
“Once a liar always a liar”
I have been sitting here for over an hour repeating the same thing again and again. You see I witnessed the biggest murder in the Hamptons. The news has been spreading like fire over the death of Mrs McDonald. She was well known for her designing clothes. She has worked with so many designers like Gucci, DKNY and Chanel.
My minds spinning over everything that has happened over the past few days, I looked at the blinding light showering over me. I glanced around taking in everything; the misty grey walls looming above me, the tiny cracks revealing itself through the walls, the big mirror opposite me, staring at me, taunting me.
How did I end up here? What have I got myself into? How am I going to get out of here?
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Don't forget to VOTE AND COMMENT
YOU ARE READING
I never lie (on hold)
Misterio / SuspensoHi, my name is Selena Gomez and I'm 19 years old. I have a younger brother called Justin Beiber. He can be a pain in the ass sometimes. (No offence to belieber fans) People know me as a loner at school so I don't have any friends beside Demi Lovato...
