Here is part of a story I wrote! “Tomorrow, though. We don’t want the little to witch hear us,” Hank reasoned. I agreed and shooed Hank home so I could get some sleep. **** “How could you?” I asked her, blocking the only exit she had. “You left me for those useless children. The ones that make fun of you,” I whispered softly moving in closer to her. She just stood there She showed no signs of being sorry, no signs at all. Her eyes were glassy. Her nose, red from the cold winter. “I loved you!” I screamed Finally I was able to shout out the feeling that I kept bottled up for so long. I wanted to tell her these words for so long.. These angelic words that were slowly decaying deep inside of my heart. “I know,” her voice barely came out. Her sweet delicate voice. It was too sweet now. It was like shoving down thousands sweet frosted sugar cookies down my throat. “I thought you would be the one to understand me. I thought that you would be happy that the people my age finally accept me.” She explained as her voice grew stronger. The louder her voice was, the more I felt sick. It felt like thick warm caramel slowly seeping in my throat and choking me ever so slowly. “Shut-up!” I managed to choke out. My breathing became heavy and my hands were shaking. “But I was wrong! You wanted to keep me isolated from the kids. If you truly loved me then why cause me so much pain!” She sobbed as tears finally bursted from within her secluded heart. Those sweet little tears. Tears that I was drowning in. I walked up to her slowly and brushed away her warm tears with my cold hand. I licked it off of my numb, red fingers. It tasted like maple syrup on top of melted marshmallow. Too sweet for my liking. I looked down at little Betty and realized she wanted to leave me. I put both hands on her shoulder and she looked up. I saw her eyes brighten up all of a sudden, like clouds moving away to reveal a sunny day. Yes, the sun was selfish. It wants to share it’s warmth with everyone. She gave me a hug. That hug was suffocating me yet again. She really does want to kill me. I pulled her away, and my hand slowly enclosed her throat. Her hands went up and tried to pull me away. Finally she shows the true monster inside her. She doen’t want to be with me at all. I grabbed her by her degusting yellow hair and bashed her head against the freezing, sharp, ragged cave wall. The sound was music to my ears. Her loud shrilling sobs was not sweet anymore. Her tears now filled with animal instinct that fought for it’s life. I began feeling syrupy warm liquid dripping from Betty’s head. She stopped struggling. I threw her on the dirt floor. She never loved me if she did she would have continue to try to stay alive. I kicked the dead corpse a couple of times. She didn’t move at all. She just laid there. No, Betty couldn’t be dead. I thought to myself. It’s those entire kids fault! Yes, it was those kids fault. Not mine. Those kids killed Betty. Those evil little devils! ***** “Those evil kids!” I yelled, opening my eyes I looked around. “Exhale. Inhale. It was a vision. I have to kill that evil little girl. She is the one behind all of this.” I whispered to the musky air. | 
