Love
Is A Stranger
To Me
Part 32
"For what?" I looked at the ceiling, then at the floor,
and at the door. "You'll see." My mother said
flatly. She pulled out a hand gun from her tight, black pants.
"No, no, no, nonononono! You -- you can't! People love
... me!" I screamed. "Yeah, newsflash honey. No
one loves you." I looked around. I tried to move my
hands and legs, but they wouldn't budge. "Love is a
stranger to you, if you ask me." She whispered.
BANG!
The End.