The Mind of a Psychopath
With big, bold, beautiful eyes; she
reminded him of an angel. Her hair
didn't flow, it was short. Her body
wasn't perfect, but he didn't care. It
was her soul, her willingness to do
anything for anybody. She reminded
him of his love of art with all of her
fits of passion and romance, yet ahe
was not even his. Her lover and
companion was a cruel and selfish
man that had somehow caught this
heart of a treasure of a girl. He kept
thinking that they where ment to be.
This horrible creature of a man
would not do for her. The way he
treated her made his skin boil with a
lava like quality. He knew what he
needed to do, and he was thinking
of a way tp do it. He even had a
plan. Soon she would be his. That
beautiful angel. He cranks up his old
truck and heads home. " this plan
must work for my loves sake"
The End
Copyright © Samantha Gay | Year Posted 2013
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