It was dark and cold, the wind howling as I dragged the bag across the street. Inside lay a secret in which, if ever discovered, all hell would break loose.
It didn't take long to get to the river. As I got there, I breathed a quick sigh of relief and then got to work.
I opened the duffel bag and stared at the mutilated remains of my best friend. I quickly started throwing the pieces into the water.
I then made a fire and efficiently burned the body bag I'd been using.
Nobody could ever find out about this.
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The Betrayal of a Friend (COMPLETED)
HorrorWrote in first person perspective We always read stories about girls getting kidnapped and murdered but do we ever focus on why the captors did it? Not very often. This will be the story of how and why the narrator hurt their best friend. I realize...
