As I was off into dream land, I had the weirdest thought. Why me? Those words repeated in my head,till an oras or so it stopped giving me an answer. It's only hate. Those three simply words have made me awoke in a gasp. ":inhale::exhale: what the fu-" I knew what had to be done. I walk down the hallway,slowly creeping so I wouldn't wake mother goat. I grabbed the sharpest knife. Thoughtfully, I tip toed to her napping chair. One false move..... And I'm dead. I raise the knife. 'i've gotta do it! I've gotta do-' I've done it. The seeping blood ran down the knife. Devouring the solid with it pure death of red. I felt pain as I did this so. 'the bulaklak sinabi there's madami monsters huh? Well I'll just have to remove them from my path.' I thought as I went downstairs. Not bothering to clean my knife, I open the new murder I was going to be. Suddenly it turned cold."holy shit how the fuck it turn so cold!" I shiver. Feeling chills go up my spine, I walked across the bridge. The ropes snap. As I was falling, a strange wind caught me. "heh we really don't know each other and your already fallen' for me!" a deep voice said.
