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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Apr 20, 2014
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Horror
They say, "whatever kills you makes you stronger", that changed for one man. A man named Jim Halbert, this mans life was re written by the big guy up top, this is a story about how he explains his pain through paper to his brother... "Hey bro, how have you and your wife been? I hope you too have been doing good things in that honeymoon of yours, Amsterdam must have been a lot of money for you? Anyway, I know your a busy man but I had to write to you today because... Well.. First I just want to say sorry for arguing with you the other week, I shouldn't have taken that to far. Second what I need to say is mom pasted away last month, the lump she had turned out to be breast cancer and well..... She never wanted treatment so.... I buried her with dad out back......... Well I can't say that anymore because I couldn't take the pressure so I moved to Russia. I've been meeting girls and I think I'm in love. Now, I know you've just received the news that you have H.I.V but, is it curable? Are you even wanting it cured? Well anyway I have to stop writing but I hope to hear from you and again I'm sorry for the argument. Yours truly- Jim" Jim doesn't know that he died 5 weeks ago and Jim never knew that his brother killed his mother, not cancer.
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"I don't think you know who you're fucking with." He said simply not dropping the gun as the veins stuck out from below the skin of his bare arm. "I've killed people before." He laughed under his breath "I've killed lots of people before, what makes you think that I wouldn't kill you right now." "I think that if you actually wanted me dead, you would have killed me a long time ago." I replied without thinking. "You don't scare me." I lied "I know guys like you, they pretend to be all tough but deep down they're actually soft and mushy, like a little marshmallow" my words came out like vomit. What am I saying, he has a gun he could kill me, I really shouldn't be testing him but I couldn't help myself, I always knew my smart ass mouth would get me killed one day. God, today is that day. "I know girls like you." He started as he completely brushed off my insult "They get drunk at parties, and listen to the lies some fuck boy tells just to get pussy, you girls then believe those lies and jump on top of his dick like it the only one in the world, said fuck boy then pulls up his zipper and goes out to find Amanda the girl he's in love with, leaving you to wonder the streets drunk and used until you find yourself in a doughnut shop alone, incapable of standing on your own two feet." He half smiled "So what did he tell you? Lemme guess, he loved you, Right? That's the famous one." He shrugged, still holding the gun. My heart filled with hurt as I stood before him, I felt a lump in my throat as tears began to glisten up my bright hazel eyes but I quickly pushed it down. I was hurt by his words not because it was entirely true but because parts of it were. ****** •Language.

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