Monday, 18 October 2010
"you know about plastic surgery right?"
"you know how fugly people can undergo the knife and become ravishing?"
"you're really pretty, long flowy hair, busty chest, s-line figure, just somehow, I think something is missing."
"dont worry, ill make you so beautiful he'll never get tired of you and you will have your happy ending."
"after all, you stole him from me, you must really love him."
"you trust in my tastes right?"
"why are you looking at me like that?"
"you wouldn't happen to think I'm weird would you?"
"a slit here and a cut there."
"you looking so enticing I wouldn't bear to let him have you now..."
under the silver moonlight, a silent cry for help was not heard. within a rundown old shack in the forest, a youth was murdered by her vest friend. driven my jealousy, driven by hatred, evil knows no bounds.
Fictional Tragedy under the silver moonlight @ 20:48
