Me and my brother, we were always together, where he would go i would follow, he did the same for me ofcourse, we shared everything, people looked at us strangely and wouldn’t really understand but we didn’t care for all the fun we had. We had the time of our lives until the doctors decided to seperate our conjoined bodies.
I had a best friend called Silver, and once I came home earlier only to find Silver in bed with my husband, who could only muster the words “How ironic” and a smile, before i furiously left, not allowing them to see me in tears. Now, while I am whipping the blood of my husbands bashed head and all is settling, i realize the irony – he used to call me his Gold.
I hate most people – I hate their smell, I hate their voices, I hate their sad and depressing stories, I hate how they try to control me, how they try to make me do things, how they try to persuade me to kill myself, but honestly, the one who I hate most is my mother, she should care about me, not laugh at those idiocies, while who-knows-what kind of supstance goes down her digestive system, again. My mother is a pregnant woman, and once I’m born, I will kill them all.
His penis slipped inside her.
‘Stop, I beg you!’
“I feel like I’ve been looking for something that’s been missing in my life, but how am I supposed to find it when I don’t even know what it is?” Danny asked.
“I’m right here!” Bianca shouted in her mind and imagined pulling him close for a kiss, but she bit her tongue so hard it hurt and simply said, “I’m sure you’ll find it – whatever it is – when it’s meant to be.”