STAR DAZED

STAR DAZED

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"I know that this is very painful. She was very close to me in a way... I've known her since before I could remember. Were we friends? No. Best friends? No. In fact, not to sound insensitive, this girl right here," Angelica gestured at the white casket with the red roses placed perfectly in the center on the top, "was my enemy. My rival. This day back then couldn't have come sooner." Everyone's face in the crowd turned hostile, Angelica continued, "But now that this day has come... It's not the same. It's not what I thought it would be. I'm not throwing a party and dancing around saying 'Finally! The competition is gone, and everything will get handed to me!!' I'm actually. Well...," Angelica managed to find some sympathy in her blackened heart and cough up some tears, "I'm mourning. I'm actually saddened to see her go. Rest in Peace Danica Carina Bianchi." Angelica wiped away her faux tears and walked back to her seat. Andrei watched her every move, he was nothing but suspicious, but then again, everyone at the funeral was.
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"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

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