sickeningly sweetMature

and there has to be something wrong with me.


don't call me that, you're not my boyfriend. step away from me, don't get so close, you're drunk and scaring me.

good girl...

don't call me that, I'm not your fucking cat. I'm not going to suck anything on you, thank you very much.


and and she smiles, all teeth and dripping sugar, with predator eyes and wicked claws, nails painted red in the shade of blood and I shudder at the scent that reaches my nose, of a sickeningly sweet odour and too much perfume.

And I panic.

The End

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