Short stories

Story 1

POV: Christopher
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Here I was sitting in a bed where there was no one but myself to keep company, I never knew what it felt to have a family and I probably never will. I just know that I'm stuck here with no one to care.

........I only had her left and I had to ruin it. I had met her in the mental institution when she first came here. Her brown colored eyes caught my attention once she faced me. I wanted to be her first friend, her only friend.

Afterwards we started talking as if we were crazy old friends. I liked it and I bet she did too. We never passed the friendship relationship because she never had a boyfriend.

That's how the days were. Days, months, years passed until one day we took our relationship to the next level.

Even though we knew each other for so long she never told me why she was in here....and she'll never be able to.

One day we got into a discussion, I don't remember how it started but I do remember what happened.

I remember putting my hands up getting her by the throat and putting pressure. At that moment I told her why I was here, I knew I didn't deserve her, but I being the selfish person I am I wanted her all by myself.

I told her I was here because I killed my family....and with that she fell limp.

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