It's been five weeks.
I'm sick with worry.
I have a bad feeling.
My gut start to churn.
The phone rings.
ring
ring
ring
I answer,
"hello"
"she's dying. and its
your fault"
I know who he's talking about instantly.
"let me talk to her, please"
"It's too late"
dial tone
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RandomA girl and a boy. She thought she was a nobody. Little did she know that she was the boy's whole world. And he hurt her. He can't seem to figure out what to do. Then his girl is gone. Whether she's dead or been kidnapped still remains to be unkno...
