shinigami30

"Tell me a story," she said. This strange woman, wrapped in my arms, was making an odd request. Safe to say, I was caught off guard. "I don't really have any stories," I replied. I wish in retrospect that I said something else, that I told her a story. Had I known our story would stick in the back of my mind forever... I woke up at 5:30 this morning. Not on purpose. It just happened, and I couldn't get back to sleep. As I lay in my bed, trying to sleep, the above two paragraphs creeped into my mind, like the beginning of something I should write. Something rather incriminating, mind you - but there's no harm in giving it a shot. Put the sto

I find I have absolutely no faith in people anymore. Especially not women. She says she likes me and that she's mine, but I can't help but be a little suspicious. There are little details here and there, and who's to say if they are hints, or if I'm just paranoid. I fucking hate dating.

I see what you've done. I see the lie you've told and the damage you've caused. You told a lie - a bad one. And it's not the first, either. But this time, you've taken things too far. You've torn your own family apart, betrayed those close to you - Hell, you took two children away from their loving parents, parents who would give the world to protect them. What you have done will scar mother, father, son and daughter for the rest of their lives. If our paths ever cross again, know that it will take ever fiber of free will in my body to not kill you then and there. I think it will be asking too much, however, for me to spare you some degree