I lay in the grassy field, feeling the liquid soak into my skin, staining it a crimson red. The moonlight poured over me like a waterfall and the trees whistled in the wind. I felt my lips curl up into a small grin, letting my eyes roll into the back of my head as the dirt intertwined itself in between my fingers, and the cold crisp air caressed my flesh. "You're a lot crazier than I thought." His hushed voice rang in my ears as my head shot to him, noticing a glimmer of shock and admiration cross over his eyes. "You don't even know the half of it." I smirked, lifting the knife up into view next to my face and letting the blood drip to the grass, soaking it entirely. | A SCREAM/STU MACHER FANFIC | Rankings: #1 in stumacher - 20 February 2019 #1 in matthewlillard - 2 March 2019All Rights Reserved