My fiancé died when I was twenty-one years old. It was a terribly tragic end to a great love story- especially considering the fact that I was the one who killed the cheating bastard. Okay, that probably came out wrong but I swear, I’m not a bad person. Did killing him make me seem a tiny bit cruel? Mercilessly heartless, maybe? Well, I’m not honestly. Truth is that I’m just like any other normal, ordinary young woman trying to find her place in this sad and unfair world. Except for the fact that I’ve killed quite a few people in my lifetime. See, I told you, I’m not a bad person at all. Alright, perhaps I’d start from where it all began; a few days ago at a birthday party I attended at Club 99, Queens with Zachary Kings, my currently dead and rotting-in-hell ex-fiancé. …The last time I went clubbing was when I was in the 12th Grade. Mindy Park, the most po
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