It was this girl…she killed me. Brutally murdered me. But I didn't feel anything…I don't really know why, though.
Her name was Belle…she had short, yet smooth black hair…eyes so hazel you could swear Autumn itself made them…perfect stature…no one would perceive her as a killer…
Her last words drowned my head in thoughts. It wasn't a simple goodbye, but a long, painful goodbye. I guess you could say she drowned me…
I remember our good times. The times when we could simply lie out in the grass under a blanket of darkness and stars…and nothing could separate us
Nothing did separate us
I brought her down with me
We're still together, in a sense…
The only problem is that she doesn't know that I'm dead…and I didn't know she was…
She thought that I wasn't able to see, so she took advantage of it
She spread the word of my death secretly, so she could better herself
When at the same time, I was killing her
Stabbing that bitch right in the back
Just as she did to me
Killing me
Well, I wasn't blind…and she should have known that
So…I killed her
Plain and simple
I took my daggers; poison tipped, freshly sharpened daggers, and stabbed her
Right up front
And she took it well
Easing her own pain by killing me off
Taking one of hers and stabbing me up front too
Who would have known that we killed each other?
We seemed to okay…seemed fine
But she stabbed my back
She lied
She framed me
She had it coming….
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