I get home from work, ugh... pick up
'hey'
hey wassup
' let's break up '
what why
' Truth be told I don't love you anymore '
Lie to me then
'what happens if I do this?'
Look is this about yesterday what happened at the well was not our fault she was being a bitch she tried accusing you I didn't mean to push her..
.Just get over it no one even knows her, she didn't have friends nearby I'm sure no one saw us.
' I can't live anymore with myself it's fucked up someone needs to know.'
IS THIS A GAME TO YOU?, Common what's the worst that could happen ...
"Mmm, get arrested for murdering that student."
Please, as if that has ever prevented us in the past.
'Goodbye Eve,' I hang up sighing...
He felt tired that afternoon
As night falls, perhaps I'll prepare dinner. I need to halt, so I grip the sink's sides while gazing up at my reflection. I shouldn't feel bad because some of those fools deserved what happened to them, so maybe I should quit second-guessing myself. Yeah
I look at the palms of my hand
What the fuck, they appear to be rotting, and my vision is blurry.
I'm just hallucinating
I turn on the television
However, a power outage occurs
'well this isn't good sigh just my luck'
I'll rest for a bit
...
I heard knocking at my window when I woke up.
But it turned out to be the sound of my mirror.
She drove her long, decaying nails through my eyes at 3:30 and shoved long, thick strands of hair down my throat, muzzling my screams.
I woke up pleased that it was only a dream, but as I looked at the blinking alarm clock at 3:28,
I heard scratching coming from under my bed.
'FUCK'
..........................
"why won't he pick up"
oh there's just one text from him
(unread message: Hey Eve I'm sorry for overreacting today. 7:21)
Cute I guess I can finally say I'm relieved without him screwing us over...
I took a relaxing bath before going to bed, but as I did, I found what I thought were scratches or scrapes on my breast. I brushed them off and climbed onto my uncle's couch to sleep.
A shovel and what sounded like sand startled me up in the middle of a beautiful dream. After that, I could barely make out the sound of dirt obscuring my own shouts as they were being buried.
what's going to happen I scream in pain and find it difficult to breathe.
"It's karma, you know,"