15 parts Complete "I know you killed them," I whisper, my eyes glued to the floor as I twiddle my thumbs.
"Well then, are you going to turn me in?"
I bite my lip, unsure of myself. "I don't know." I look up, tensing at our eye contact. "But I don't want to."
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Once upon a time, there were four friends with disfunctional families and a bond of friendship that was based precariously on stilts of divorce, neglect, and self hatred.
One day, one of those friends went and died.
One day, one of those friends lost their mind.
One day, one of those friends embraced who the truly were.
One day, one of those friends got torn in two.
And things were never the same again.