she got into an accident.
im in the hospital, her mum
clenching her hand,
her dad, crying
her sister, hugging
me?
im dead.
i died of suicide.
i jumped off a roof and landed down head first.
why u ask?
lets get to that later
*NUREN's DIALOGUE*
i was driving, in the mountains.
i saw some houses.
it was at night.
i didnt see anything, i couldnt, it was too dark.
'where is it? '
it must be here somewhere. i know its somewhere.
oh yea.
did i mention im a detective? but im a different kind of detective. you could say
a body inspector.
yes i inspect bodies of murdered people and i can instantly solve that case with just a look at the body's organs. its a gift that i was rewarded by. but im doing this illegally. the reason im doing this is not to 'save lives '
i want to find my ex boyfriend's girlfriend's body. its somewhere here.
did i also mentioned that i was the one who killed her?
i drove her off. killing her instantly. the police are taking me for questioning but fuck that. thats why im doing this. to find the body. to do whatever i want. and finally burn it and throw it away. its a piece of filth i dont want to remember nor keep. i might as well just sell her organs to get money.
she was nice, sweet, gentle
but evil.
she'll hit me until my nose will bleed non stop.
my mouth dried from the freezing cold air she'll drag me into
cuts and bruises all over
thats how bad it is
and its bad cause
shes my sister.
i killed her out of pleasure.
out of satisfaction.
out of love.
as much as she hates me. as much as she'll always makes me bleed, i dont hate her.
i love her unconditionally
it was her boyfriend that made me kill her.
did i mention he was the one who slept with my mum?
he came to my house once. i had a house warming party. there was alcohol of course. some beers and a shitload of food. but as the douchebag he is, he brought weed and some other drugs. well my mum apparently that night was wearing a black short skirt with a red crop top and dyed her hair blonde. she just had to do that.
so he drugged her and you know what happens next.
as for him i
*BUMP*
shit! that was quite a bumper,
dammit this search is getting longer than ive estimated. where did she die.
wait.
she died in the mountains.
but.
my face was no longer my face
when i saw her sitting up
at the backseat of my car.
*AFIF's ( SPIRIT ) DIALOGUE*
did i mention i was her boyfriend?
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Dying Flowers
Mystery / ThrillerA collection of short stories written by a psychotic 15 year old. Most of the stories will open up to a young girl or boy going through obsessive possessiveness towards another person. Sometimes the stories may differ but mostly its violent , psych...
