One morning a woman called her boyfriend up at about 8:30-9:00 pm and said hi. He replied hello. She said I couldn't fall asleep... So I thought I'd talk to you. The boy said ok. She asked him, is it alright if I come over? The boy said sure, and the girl said thanks, and hung up.
She was walking down the alley, and heard a scream. She tried to look around the pine tree next to her, to see who it was. It was a man, killing a young boy. The boy was screaming at the top of his lungs, so the girl went to help the little boy. Once she walked up closer, she came to find the murderer, was her boyfriend. She screamed and bursted out crying. So he followed her.
She was running, as fast as she had ever ran in her life, to get away from him. She wasn't aware of it, but he was screaming out to her, I'm sorry, I love you, and come back. She ignored it all, and the more he'd say the faster she'd run away. Finally she got home. There was a ring at the phone, still crying, she picks the phone up. H... Hello? she said. Hi. It was her boyfriend, she screamed, leave me alone!!! He said, I'm sorry I didn't think you'd find out.
She started to wonder, she grew silent, then said FIND OUT? YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO FIND OUT? WELL DAMN MAYBE I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN AS SCARED IF I HAD FOUND OUT!!! Then she screamed leave me alone again, and hung up.
She walked back to the alley to get the little boy, and took him home. She treated him as if he were her own son. Loved him like one too. Each day, she began to dispise her ex, more and more, as it grew upon her breath, within each breath, with every word she said. She screamed once again, inside her head this time. No one heard her. The little boy was about 15 now, and she let him go upon his own will. He left. She started crying.
It was 7:00 and the moon hadn't came out yet. She heard a scream from the boy, and this time, within a few seconds grew silence. She ran out to find him and all she found was her ex once again, only this time with a gun in his hand. He said in a whiny voice, leave me alone, then in a pissed off voice, ahhh bull shi*t!, and along with the little boy, he had shot her.
The ex-boyfriend had eventually shot himself in the stomach 3 times, and once on the wrist and threw the gun out on the road and just waited until he slowly died.
The police came up and saw the 3 dead bodies, they investigated all over, but all they could find, was a simple gun with blood on the handles, they didn't understand what this meant, so they left the scene at that after shipping the bodies away.