An horror testing story.

1 act.

I'm a student wishing to be a famous writer. When I was little people said I had a don to write stories, and I believe in them. I write about my feelings, it's like a diary, but written in different stories; each one with their respective main character. My roommate enjoys reading them and always helps me in my harsh days, she makes me happy :D.

But...I have noticed she is getting scared, and I don't know why! She always mumbles things while reading my stories, she have been doing this for weeks. Then she looks at me with a terrified face.

I can show you guys there is nothing to worry about, I'll read one of my stories now.

"My name is Clara and I have a best friend called Stacy! She is so mean and abusive, but I don't care. I've been fantasizing before sleep how beautiful her blood would be, how sweet her horrified screams would sound... But she's special and amazing... And I've found the perfect way to make her go to hell."

It's so sad that she can't read this...She's too surprised about the blossom tree that grew out of her mouth and chest.
Now I can see her rotten heart closely. :)