pinkflygirl12
I am a thief.
I dont steal physical things...
I only want to steal your soul.
I want nothing more than to see you suffer,
and to watch you cry as your family dies.
I am a thief.
I'l steal your soul if you let me.
I am a thief...
and my name is Satan.
Today is my Dad's birthday, he's 39. I love my daddy so much! I hate to think of the day that he will no longer be around, i'll miss him more than you will ever know or understand.
I tie the bandanna around my arm to slow the blood. I'v been shot, and the pain is excruciating. I don't understand why he pulled the trigger...one moment he was my alley, and the next he's trying to kill me? I loaded my gun and left the "safe" house. There was only one thing I knew...someone wanted me to dead and I wasn't about to go down without a fight.
I locked the deadbolt and prayed they wouldn't find me. I searched through every bag to find a weapon...all i could find was an umbrella, it was better than nothing. When the door crashed open i mustered up all my strength and i swung and...i missed.
I see the trailer that i used to know. The one that I called my home for 17 years. Wow, was it that long? I open the door and step inside. The floor creeks beneath my feet. I close my eyes and the room comes to life, then I run.