Your Knife My Back, My Gun Your Head

He couldn’t believe it. Someone had sold his lovely home to a man named Frank!?
He was lucky he had mastered to control his rage. If not, this Frank would have been dead now. Frank and Alice already had a conversation going, probably about him. He didn’t listen; he was too concentrated on not killing that man on the spot. He cached Frank saying his name and looked at him. “The dude owning the place, they say he kidnapped women, raped them and did horrible things to them. An example is the basement, where he had sewn the eyes, mouth, fingers and legs together on a girl. She had truly told him she wanted to be a pretty mermaid like the Disney movies.” Yes Yes, he indeed had. That was right before he was taken to the hospital. Little poor confused Annella. She told him everything; include the part where she had always wanted to be a mermaid. She had actually stayed alive a whole week before she died.
“Wow, you sure do know a lot about him don’t you?” Alice’ voice was flirty, he didn’t quite like that. She as his, not Franks.
“Yeah, it kind of interests me; I like to imagine what happened in here.” He chuckled. “I know it’s gruesome, but it inspires me!” he scratched the back of his head.
It seem like they have forgotten about him. That they are in their own little world with flower and rainbows and, ugh, love. He cleared his throat to show he was still here.They both looked annoyed at him. “What?” Alice said annoyed, she was clearly done with him. “If you two are done talking I would like to get going.” Alice sighed at his words.
“Fine…” She turned to Frank and gave him a small card. They left shortly after. On the ride to her home he couldn’t help thinking about what Frank had done to his home.
Alice turned on some music. He looked out the window. The screaming from the stereo hurt in his ears, but he liked it. “It’s Asking Alexandria!” he heard Alice scream over the loud music.
They were at her house; she turned off the car and ran around to his side. “Come Gee!! I have to show you my home!” she screamed as she threw the door open. He got out only to be dragged inside fast as hell. As he came inside he saw everything was black or gray. It was band posters all over the place. He looked around in awe. He had had a room like this when he was younger.“Just wait to you see my bedroom!” Then she dragged him into her bedroom.
The sight hitting him was incredible. He didn’t see the color of the walls; the posters had taken over the whole room. This was really not her. But he loved it.

**

He had been looking through the whole house after a hidden cottage or something. He had to see the whole house!She was now asleep and he had his change.He opened her closet, expecting to see her clothes. Instead it was a podium, a picture and just pink. He looked through the stuff in there. It was high school pictures from a prom. He found Alice really fast on them. For some reason one of the girls faces were always Xed out. He looked at the podium. A prom queen crown, with..? With hair on it? Yes it was, a lot as well, and some blood. He looked up from the crown to see big writing written in a red substance;

‘LIES OF A WASHED UP PROM QUEEN’

Notes

Yoo <3 So this story is beginning to come to an end. But I am already planning on a sequel, its gonna be alot different! But I think its gonne be at lest three more chapters at this story before I end it!

I have been thinking abouth quitting it for long now because i feel its not good enough for you guys! So before i make up my mind I would like to know if you want a sequel or not! If no one want one I aint gonna put up one.

sorry if anything is misspelled or if the grammar suck like hell!


~FaboulousKilljoy