Stolen Heart ( by mayu 17 )
It is so silent. I am in this now so empty room that I have known so well since I was small. Tic Toc… Tic Toc... The only sounds I can hear are those of my clock. They scare me. They make me nervous. A tiny shadow beside me stares into my eyes, as if it could see my soul and read my thoughts. Yes, I was the one who did it - I stole it.
You can’t judge me for it. I had no choice! I mean, all I did… all I ever did, was being a nice person. I told myself people would be nice to me and help me out when I need them if I just keep being nice to them. They did not. They never did. They used me. They betrayed me. HOW! JUST HOW? How am I supposed to be evil, when they left me alone at first!?
My heart was slowly giving up functioning. No one had a spare. No one died who could give me a proper heart… so… all I needed to do… was kill someone who had a heart worthy to become one with me. It was simple. It was so simple. You ca