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The Evil In Friends
Mutual friends we shared. Time together rejoice. I thought we were friends. What did I know. Eyes like the sky, chestnut waves of hair. Upstairs to get your books? Sure, I'll follow. What did I know. A flash of silver, cold steel at my throat. Afraid to move. Afraid to shout. Your hot breath at my ear, the crimson trickle down my chest, showed there was no jest. Slicing at my waist, tearing of silk. Pushing, shoving, straining. The hand tightens around my neck. All is black. What did I know. Unknown to man until now. A searing pain. I am awake! Dare I fight? Dare I scream? To scream means to die, I am sure. I struggle not to cry. The sky is gone, clouds of hate, full of black rage. I do not move. Silent tears I shed. I wait. All is done. The sky returns. Get your bag, let' go, you hiss. So close, I feel the dampness of your breath, telling will cause your death. At least you take me home, tossing me out, like last weeks trash. Pulling away I hear you say, I knew it, got another one. What did I know. All alone, the hardest of all, the hot water washing away the guilt and tears. It's my fault! What did I do? Finally, I make the call. At the law, I learn it didn't happen! You see, you're a son of the county. Your death is a worthy bounty. I wait. What did I know.
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