Just an example of inconsistancy...

Nevertheless he was a sick sick cunt there ain’t no doubt about that. His mental health was in a state but no one really knew about that, because he lived alone, all on his own and never spoke to neighbours. The guys next door were never home because they were always out raving, which made it pretty convenient, when he dished out pain he wasn’t lenient. Still know I can hear her screaming when he blood starting squirting on the ceiling, dry to walls til the paint started peeling. She’s cut real bad but still breathing, begging him to stop but he won’t ‘cause he’s evil, he ain’t about to start wheezing. 

Suzanne takes you down, to her place near the river.

Its 10 o’clock on a friday night, Suzanne don’t know it but soon she’ll die. She’s working the streets like she does every night, pulling in punters left and right. She sees one guy and he’s like: “d’ya wanna fuck?” “Only if the price is right.” Suzanne says with a smile on her face. Screen goes black now they’re back at his place, back at his place, Suzanne takes off her clothes while he makes up a drink in the kitchen, that’s what she’s thinking, when she hears metal objects clinking. “Need any help?” she says loud and clear, but he don’t answer her back. He’s only in the next room, why’s he going on like that? Suzanne picks up a towel to cover her breasts and a’an, and goes see wagwaan.

Suzanne screams, so shocked at what she’s just seen. He’s holding a knife and his eyes look brock. She makes a run for the door but its locked. Slice slice slice, chop chop chop. Suzanne screaming begging him to stop, but he don’t stop, and he don’t stop, not til she stops struggling. She’s lying on the floor in a pool of her blood, he goes in the other room to get something.

br0fessoroak:

Wish I had friends who stayed up to text me til I fell asleep.

Wish I had friends who stayed up.

Wish I had friends.