christinadurden
The joy was a lie. Noting had happened. I cannot do this. The confetti, the streamers. Where is the blood? Where is the death? Why must we be happy? I crave the emptiness of the graveyard.
This world isn't real. Nothing you see is the right thing. We make whatever we want of this. I am lying to you. I am smiling and you are learning nothing from me. This is not real. you are imagining this all. I love your lies. I love this fake world we live in. Welcome to the rabbit hole. Where everything is not what it seems.
The laughter filled the halls. And the blood poured down the walls. No one would ever know who had done this. But she had put on one hell of a show. The knife slipped up her sleeve. The dress plunged low and revealing her tempting body. Lace held her in its soft hands, lace that now held an odd frightening hue of red.
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