I am laying here on my bed, and I only have one wish. I wish that she would pull the trigger and murder me. Leave me lying on my bed, gasping for breath. Bleeding. Choking. Dead.
But instead she will stand there.
She will stand there with the gun pressed to my skull.
A skill she took right from the book of LiamAlexander
She insists on letting me live.
She reaches down and strokes my cheek.
Spits in my face.
And leaves.
bitch.
And you begin to wish she shot you.
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