She was like drinking a bottle of poison, toxic but I couldn't get enough. Poison the word echoes around my head, she smiles
"You're not scared are you, it's just whiskey." "
"I know I'm not nervous I'm just admiring the view." "
Why are you such a flirt?"
She giggles as She lifts her glass as I do the same as she counts down
" 3,2,1."
As I down my first shot of the evening, my head starts to spin.
"Poison" I rasped.
As I understand why the word was in my head my brain was trying to warn me! She smiles again "No, not poison," she smirks, "Not poison, stab wound ."
As I look down in bewilderment I feel a knife go through my back and through my stomach. "Hch"
"How could you do this, your nice." I gasp
"Oh sweetheart it's all an act, the real me died this is what's left." "
"Why me?"
Well because you were easy." My vision blurs in and out.
"And besides, you know what they say, it's all fun and games until somebody loses an eyeball, well in this case, it's somebody's life."
As I breath what seems to be my last breath I see her face above me as she whispers one last thing.
"Sweet dreams love."
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