Thanks a lot!
His words sent a cold, sharp finger from the nape of my neck straight down to my lower back. He then- wait, maybe I should first explain how this all began.
It started about a month ago. I was at home working on my English essay when my cell phone rang. I checked the caller I.D to see that it was my friend, Colton calling. We aren’t really close friends, but we talk during our biology class and we share the odd phone call. He is a quiet guy that often keeps to himself. Not many people know or talk to him, but that’s high school for you, if you aren’t considered “popular” or worth talking to, then you can enjoy being invisible. We actually only began talking because in grade nine we had math together. I guess he began developing a crush on me, but I never liked him in that way. Even though things didn’t turn out exactly how he wanted them to, we became good friends because of it.
silentwords wrote:He then- wait, maybe I should first explain how this all began.
His words sent a cold, sharp finger from the nape of my neck straight down to my lower back.
A month ago
I was at home working....
I knew that I had to do something, but my numb legs wouldn’t budge. They felt like two tree trunks that had grown roots deep into the hardwood floors. I watched with terror-filled eyes as he clutched the knife so tight that his entire right arm began to tremble unnervingly. I could see his knuckles beginning to turn a ghostly white, and his breathing was doubling in time. Our racing heart beats pulsed in unison like a tribal drum. I looked up into his burning brown eyes, which reminded me of two jittery wild fires determined to kill. I swallowed the bundle of nerves that had collected at the back of my throat in an effort to ease my breathing, but with no prevail.
He then- wait, maybe I should first explain how this all began.
I was at home working on my English essay when my cell phone rang. I checked the caller I.D to see that it was my friend, Colton, calling.
I was cut off by the sounds of heaving breathing and what possibly sounded like tears.
I intelligently asked, “What?”
“I killed my dog, Ashley! I’m a murderer!” He cried so loudly that I had to pull the phone away from my ringing ear.
He voice was like an electric shock that sent my body back into motion.
I will admit that I couldn’t look at Colton the same
Colton had killed a boy from our school. Yes, a living, breathing, teenage boy.
Colton has no memory whatsoever of killing him
I was cut off by the sounds of heaving breathing and what possibly sounded like tears
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