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~~ Year 2015, Harry Styles 27 years old - Alice Robertson 25 years old ~~


Everything is colorless. Inanimate. Reluctant. Odorless.

Jet black.

I hate my psychologists. I hate my family. I hate my old boyfriend. I hate my sister. I hate myself. I hate this bed that they bind me. Also, I hate God who call into being me. 

When I was child, my grandma said me, "you're Satan's seed!" Maybe she's right.

"You've killed your boyfriend!"

its my class and stupid students. All of ass-brained. Likewise, I hate them. They are shouted in my mind. 

Later, someone give an injection to me. I whimpered. I say, I wanna sleep.

The nurse don't listen me and go away from room. What's wrong?

"Hi, Alice." said a man who tall and have curly hair. Also I hate him. Probably he bind me. 

"I'm Doctor Styles. Can I check up you?" Bruise you. You need my permission? Really? I hate you! You're bind me! Are you aware? I'm innocent. 

"Why are you cut your carpus?" None of your business!

"Its deep cut. I slog away." He smiled. He is very attractive but I still hate him. 

"Do you want to tell what happened?"

My boyfirend died. Everyone to think I killed him. I loved him like crazy. I'm in crazy love with him. How can I killed him? No longer, I'm half. I don't wanna to alive. Never without him.


~~ Year 2016, Alice Robertson 26 years old ~~


"Why are you killed him? Why are you killed Doctor Styles?"

"Nobody loves him except me. He is mine."