Nathan and Dave
It was evident that it was them. Even with the masks and the dark clothing, you would still know that that's Nathan and his alibi, Dave. Nathan and Dave, pals since first grade. We were friends before but Nathan and Dave, they wanted their own way and I couldn't do more than oblige. One holiday later, they spoke only of guns and blood. We all knew they needed therapy. But everybody said we should mind our business.
Let's mind our business. Let's just mind our business.
Can we mind our business with what we are seeing now? There's nothing we can mind now. With three bodies down, soaked in bloody mess and screamed of silence, how do we mind our business now?
They always went to that old woodhouse. What were they doing there? I caught them thrice and each time I saw them with large black bags. Now I know that's where they kept their guns and knives. They're here for the kill—to kill their own emotions and the destinies of others.
Nathan is still standing beside me. It's evident, he's forgotten our friendship and his eyes only spoke of vengeance. Vengeance for what though? His thick skull blocked the answers to the question, I guess we'll never know. Those bloodshot eyes, the ones you'll only ever see in a nightmare, were looking sternly at the other five students that were still alive, including myself.
These madmen have spoiled our plans this Friday. I might not survive the afternoon.
I always wonder after reading you if you and vwrites are the same. I don't care though it's good to have some more writers with bloody good endings. Thanks for sharing the story.
I'm glad you enjoyed the story. 🥹 Thank you for reading 💜
No, vwrites and I aren't the same. But I must say, vwrites has a lot of interesting reads and we kinda have a similar writing style. And there's a lot I can learn from their blog.
We can learn from another but it's also goid to develop your own writing style and your niche.
I should pick up on mine as well.