- THE PAST.
she was cornered in her room.
her boyfriend standing in front
of her with a gun in hand,
pointing straight at her chest.
with every hand movement,
he stepped closer.
filling her body with more nerves
than ever before.
her hands were spread in surrender,
all she could do was mumble,
"matt.. matt.. what are you doing? "
he only gave her the psychotic smile she
once adored. letting the front of the gun
lay on the side of her head.
he though she looked so pretty like this;
mumbling in terror,
her blue eyes big in fear.
oh, what an angel she will make.
he clasped his hand around her small
neck, starting to pull the trigger. calling
her the cute nickname she once loved
oh so much.
" my sweet caroline." bum, bum, bum.
and that was the last time anyone had
heard the hopeless screams of caroline
turner.
