𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐗// Kirk Hammett
Sirens, screams, cries is all I heard around me. My vision blurs with tears glazing over my eyes. This was not how I was expecting the night to go. It started with a broken down motel room and a hangover; now here I am laid out old the cold wet grass with nothing but pain all over. Hi my name's Viola and heres how I f...
