I never imagined knowing a killer, let alone becoming one.
I never imagined knowing a killer, let alone becoming one.I never imagined knowing a killer, let alone becoming one.He lay on the floor facing the light streaming through the broken window. Not that the moon kept him awake; even if it had been pitch black, falling asleep would be a struggle. And he’d soon be woken by nightmares.
He lay on the floor facing the light streaming through the broken window. Not that the moon kept him awake; even if it had been pitch black, falling asleep would be a struggle. And he’d soon be woken by nightmares.I hate myself.
I hate myself.I hate myself.He chewed the inside of his cheek. The metallic warmth of blood on his tongue didn’t still the gnawing; a manifestation of self-loathing.
He chewed t
