Me Singing :D

NOV. 23 1987
(Chapter 2)

I'm running. I can't breath. I'm scared. What's going to happen to me? I dont wanna go. Why did I do it. But wait wouldn't it be counted as self defense? He made me do it. But it felt so good. Watching him fall felt so good. Watching him die felt so good to witness. I made it to a phone. I dialed 911. It rang. Suddleny it answered.

"hello" the voice said.

"Hello, umm I did something that was bad, that I shouldn't have done."

'What did u do miss-ummmm miss.....?"

"Ummm...I can't say who iam."

"Fine dear what happened?"

"I killed someone. He's still there. Lying there."

"is the...

That hari was the opening night of the play, I was nervous because I had to Ciuman my best friend, which was weird. At least he was not a stranger. It went through the play, and When we kissed on the Ciuman scene I felt something that I had never felt before about him, when he drove me utama I berkata nothing. 'are anda ok, Accelia.' Kenndell asked me looking away from the steering wheel and at me. 'yeah, why wouldn't I be?' I berkata looking down. But before he could respond I was out the car door to my house. He watched me confused. The seterusnya morning I had to see him, he was going to drive us to school.(he...

CHAPTER 1 [continued]
nov. 23 1987

i sat there. puzzled. scared. i could feel my eyes starting to sting with the tears i should've cried when i was feeling the pain. i thought i could trust him! he was there for me when my mother died. he came around the corner. i sat still. barely breathing.

"hey beatiful" he berkata as if nothing happened. i just sat there.

"hello? i'm talking to you. listen i didn't want to. i had to." my thought was why he had to. i looked the other way. he started to stroke my hair.

" i Cinta you." and he kissed my cheek. "come on. i'll take anda home."

when i finally made it home...