I’d never been more annoyed in my life, the day I died. Don’t get the wrong idea, I didn’t kill myself because my life sucked. I was in some damned convenience store, and these two idiotic white skinhead junkies busted in waving guns and shouting for the money. Mind you, I was down the back of the shop, debating what kind of ice-cream I wanted that night. (I’d had a very bad day, I was entitled to comfort food.)
So here I was, debating between Salted Caramel and Phish, and I hear them bust in and start screaming. Now, I’m by no means a little guy. I’m 6ft tall, and used to bench double my body weight. So,
TRIGGER WARNING:ABUSE
His hand connected with her puffy pink face and she screamed. A pain-filled scream, that seemed to echo off the playground. Tears fell from her baby blue eyes. And in that moment, what Ronan saw, wasn't some annoying girl on the playground. It was his baby sister. The little sister he’d been protecting since she was 6. Because their bastard father hit her - every chance he got. He looked down at his hand, repulsed by what he’d done, and ran to the bathrooms.
He locked the cubicle door, and knelt beside the porcelain bowl, and out came the disgust he had for himself, his father, and bits of his lunch. When R
Peppermints. The room smelt of peppermints. For the last few months, he’d been waking up from the weirdest dreams, to the smell of peppermint. And he couldn’t figure out what it was that was creating the smell. He didn’t shower in peppermint-scented body wash, didn’t drink peppermint tea, and didn’t have anything that even remotely had mint in it!! But here it was, every morning he woke up. He’d been a single man for far too long for it to be a girl’s perfume or shampoo. So he was stuck, wondering what the hell this smell was…
Though, the weird smell went very well with the weird dreams he̵
1985 June 5th
The fourth victim this month lay under the white sheet in her bathroom, her blonde hair lay curled in the red blood that stained the tiled floor. The morning sun shone through the window, and in the light, the blood appeared lighter in colour, almost orange. Detective Aleera Johnson stood over the body, her heart in her stomach. The twenty-fourth victim in total and they were no closer to finding this murdering son-of-a-bitch.
June 4th 2005
Detective Johnson yawned and pushed her blonde hair out of her piercing green eyes. She padded down her front drive; Johnson collected the mail, and flipped through the contents. Amongst the
I’d never been more annoyed in my life, the day I died. Don’t get the wrong idea, I didn’t kill myself because my life sucked. I was in some damned convenience store, and these two idiotic white skinhead junkies busted in waving guns and shouting for the money. Mind you, I was down the back of the shop, debating what kind of ice-cream I wanted that night. (I’d had a very bad day, I was entitled to comfort food.)
So here I was, debating between Salted Caramel and Phish, and I hear them bust in and start screaming. Now, I’m by no means a little guy. I’m 6ft tall, and used to bench double my body weight. So,
TRIGGER WARNING:ABUSE
His hand connected with her puffy pink face and she screamed. A pain-filled scream, that seemed to echo off the playground. Tears fell from her baby blue eyes. And in that moment, what Ronan saw, wasn't some annoying girl on the playground. It was his baby sister. The little sister he’d been protecting since she was 6. Because their bastard father hit her - every chance he got. He looked down at his hand, repulsed by what he’d done, and ran to the bathrooms.
He locked the cubicle door, and knelt beside the porcelain bowl, and out came the disgust he had for himself, his father, and bits of his lunch. When R
Peppermints. The room smelt of peppermints. For the last few months, he’d been waking up from the weirdest dreams, to the smell of peppermint. And he couldn’t figure out what it was that was creating the smell. He didn’t shower in peppermint-scented body wash, didn’t drink peppermint tea, and didn’t have anything that even remotely had mint in it!! But here it was, every morning he woke up. He’d been a single man for far too long for it to be a girl’s perfume or shampoo. So he was stuck, wondering what the hell this smell was…
Though, the weird smell went very well with the weird dreams he̵
1985 June 5th
The fourth victim this month lay under the white sheet in her bathroom, her blonde hair lay curled in the red blood that stained the tiled floor. The morning sun shone through the window, and in the light, the blood appeared lighter in colour, almost orange. Detective Aleera Johnson stood over the body, her heart in her stomach. The twenty-fourth victim in total and they were no closer to finding this murdering son-of-a-bitch.
June 4th 2005
Detective Johnson yawned and pushed her blonde hair out of her piercing green eyes. She padded down her front drive; Johnson collected the mail, and flipped through the contents. Amongst the
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