Coucou :derpface:

Heeey voila jfais une fiction et voila le proloogue have fun~ ♥ omg c'est affreusement court


I was staring at the black sky, hoping that all this would be nothing more than a nightmare. But the pressure of the air in my lungs, the sound of the night to my ears reminded me that it wasn't. I am a murderer. Saying it loudly hurt me even more. You see, when reality catches you, it's hard to escape it. I felt like a lost mouse in a giant maze, without any door out. But the little mouse-me was actually lost in the woods. I don't even know how I came in here, I just woke up there. Lying in the fresh grass, the smell of the forest tickled my nostrils. A knotty tree was standing in the middle of the tiny glade where I was. The wind made it wobble so hard that I thought it was about to snatch its roots and fell on me. Few minutes later, I noticed that my hand was slightly shuddering. I was grasping something in my hand so hard that it was painful. I opened it carefully, and discovered with shivers what was taking place in it. A silver knife. I stood up slowly, picking off the sticky grass that was still on my brown silky hair and on my clothes. I threw my head in the night and stared hopelessly at the moon, seeking for answers. At this very moment, I thought there wasn't any other possibility for me to escape this nightmare. That knife was the only way to end up with pain.

I didn't cry. Everything was my fault, I knew it. It was still a hard thing to do. Midnight was getting close. Even if this summer night wasn't cold, I was shaking. I took my decision. I placed my hand right before me, and violently stabbed the knife in my belly. The pain rose up in me and I felt a metallic taste on my tongue. I couldn't breathe anymore, I was stifling in my own blood, it was obstructing my throat and preventing the oxygen to access to my lungs. I was spitting blood, coloring the green grass in a dark, gorgeous red.

The night of the 28th july 2013, I killed myself. There wasn't any other solution. The last thing I saw was a wet, ginger-furred kitten. I've barely seen his shocked face, when he saw the blood striking of my open wound on the dead leaves.

Putain j'avais même pas vu que t'avais posté ce topic mais c'est trop biiiien même si c'est court ;_;

C'est le prologue :BB