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She was tired. She was done. Spending so much time enumerating to her stubborn husband why she felt this way. She was tired. She was done. She felt such unbearable fatigue.
You are like a beehive. One little touch, and the worst of you comes out. You don't like to be disturbed, and when you are, you have no mercy. You create your feelings inside of you, a thousand feelings flying around, not really sure where they should be. You are like a beehive, always ready to hurt.
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His eyes were sparkling that one dark night. He said he loved me, and every time I just laughed like it were a funny joke. I guess too me it was. Because then, when he finally said to me, You are the only one, I smiled and let out a laugh.
There were thousands of lillies in the field, too many to count. I saw you in the distance, walking away from me, from us. The fact that you didn't look back assured me that I didn't have anything left to hang on to, and that you didn't want me to come and stop you from going either.
Bakers dozen is thirteen, you would just think they are greedy, talking most of their work just for themselves, and if there wasn't anyone else. To come and eat the syrupy sweets, just to eat and rot your teeth, why can't the bakers just make ends meet, and change all dozens to thirteen.
Do I really love you? Are you a fake? Should I trust you? How much can I take? For I haven't known you that long, and do not now you very well. Are you someone who can love, and can cause my heart to swell, larger than the sun, and higher than the clouds, make it beat like a drum and make me love out loud. Am I oblivious to the obvious, am I dwelling on something small? Am I hoping for something, that doesn't even exist at all? Are you as innocent as it seems, will you love me by all means? My heart is heating up, as if it were an oven. All I need you to know is that I love you a dozen.
Your eyes had their own color palette. A silk, liquidy gold that you could dive into.
Your tires squealed to a stop. I peered out the window from the small little cottage that I was sitting in. You got out of your car. I smiled, happy to see that you really did come. My smile quickly faded. Maybe I was just imagining it, but I swear that I just saw two hooded figures shuffling through the woods. I wasn't imagining it. They ran out from the woods, and you didn't even notice they ran right behind you. I banged on the window, trying to get you to turn around. I screamed out your name, but you wouldn't turn. Then they pulled the trigger, and before I could even blink, your knees buckled, and you became limp. You fell to the ground. The two figures saw me then in the window. I panicked. I ran to the closest closet and hid behind all the cloths. I heard them enter the house. This next part, I don't know if I was dreaming or if I was dead. But the closet went on for miles and I entered a black and white world. It was a forest. The trees were all black and white and were all different shapes. It was in a clearing in the woods. Then your tires squealed to a stop right in front of me. I smiled. You were still alive. Suddenly, my smile faded once again as the two hooded figures came. The same exact thing happened, where you were shot. Suddenly, a small cottage grew around me, bringing me back in front of a window. Again I ran to the nearest closet. As I got in, I was in the back of the closet, where the clearing of trees were. My eye brows wrinkled. What was happening? I started to run to the front of the closet, away from the hooded figures standing in the clearing. I ran to the front of the closet, to be stopped by two hooded figures blocking the door. I quickly ran away, and the closet started to evaporate around me. Everything was disappearing around me, leaving me in blankness. Everywhere around me, there was just...white. Until there was another gun shot. I fell to the floor as maroon blood spread around the floor. The entire white room became red. The room shattered, and I feel down...down...down...into a small cottage by a window. My eyes opened. All I heard were your tires squealing to a stop...
Just sit still. Don't even move. Those were his directions that night. I sat in his basement with a blind fold around my eyes. I giggled. My boyfriend claimed that he was going to bring back the spirits of the people that once lived in this house. All the lights were off. The only thing illuminating that cold basement was a wax candle. I couldn't see of course with the blind fold around my eyes. My boyfriend walked around me slowly. I heard something hit the floor with a clatter, like silverware. But bigger. Like...a knife? I giggled nervously as my boyfriend bent down to retrieve it. It sounded like a big knife.
"What are you doing?" I laughed nervously. My hands started to shake.
"Shush." He told me quietly. I could feel him standing behind me. All of a sudden, the room became freezing, like something chilled passed through my body. I shivered.
"Do you feel it?" He asked me.
"I don't know. What is it supposed to feel like?" I asked, becoming anxious.
"Kind of like...this." I gasped and before I could say anything else, my body went limp and I feel from the wooden chair. The blindfold slid off of my forehead slowly. I saw a large knife drop to the floor, with red blood dripping down it, like wax of a burning candle. I suddenly smelt something of...blood. I saw a pool of maroon blood surround me.
"Help..." I stuttered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear as I gasped for air. I suddenly tasted salt. I coughed, splattering the cold floor with blood. I heard my boyfriend snicker. My eyes fluttered closed, encasing me in darkness. My boyfriend blew out the candle and left. I let out a terrible moan, then there was nothing, but my dead body spread across the floor like a rag doll, remaining in that dark, cold basement forever.
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